The end of last week husband, David decided to clean the drain on our patio that the kitchen sink drains in to. It had not been draining that well. We have our own septic tank. The stuff he got out was not that nice, and as he went to get a shovel and wheel barrow to discard of it. He did not firmly latch the gate to the patio, and Ysobel was found eating what had been removed from the drain. Over the weekend she started getting sick and was totally not interested in eating. Her saving grace was she was drinking well. Sunday evening she seemed to be turning a corner on her own, but Monday morning she was urging up again. I suspected pancreatitis, as the crap she was found eating from the drain would of been very fatty, and she was confirmed by the vet on Monday to have a mild attack of it. Her bloods showed that everything else was functioning okay, but with her age of nearly twelve, two days of not eating and being sick had made her very frail, and she was admitted for the night. Tuesday afternoon I picked her up. She does not like being in the vets, and looked very frail and within herself when I picked her up. I was relieved to see her perching on the car window ledge, looking out the window of the car wagging her tail at me, as I returned from popping in a super market to stock up on chicken breasts for her on the way home. My son, Thomas had waited in the car with her while I popped in the shop. She seems on the mend, her appetite back and her wag back.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.