So I thought I posted my last post Saturday but apparently saved it as a draft....naturally. Well it's up now, so you should read "Oscar Round 2" and then come back to this post!
So, you've read the previous post, you know what I'm dealing with at my house. Oscar came home and was still really drugged, to the point where he didn't know when he had to go to the bathroom. Yes, my weekend was great, with a baby in diapers and a puppy who was pissing and shitting all over himself. He was still really tired, so he slept most of Saturday and Sunday. Yesterday was the first day he seemed "himself". The poor baby, has 5 different meds he has to take...2 oral pills twice a day, ear drops once a day, antibiotic eye cream three times a day, and powder for his hotspots 2 times a day. On top of it, he has an effing 25 in. e-collar (the lampshade) on his head.
He is so miserable, it's heartbreaking. He looks at me like, "Seriously? What did I do to deserve this?"
He can't fit out the doggy door, and he has ONLY known a doggy door, so he doesn't really understand how to "let me know" he needs to go outside, which means LOTS of indoor accidents. He also is having a really hard time maneuvering his e-collar so that he can eat and drink. He's gotten a little better with the water bowl, but I'm having to feed him by hand because he won't even attempt to eat out of his food bowl! Ahhhhhh.
So, you are probably asking what is the round 3 part? Well, yesterday around 3:30 I was feeding the baby (who was awful, and screaming her head off literally ALL day). I let Oscar out to go to the bathroom. I stand outside and watch him because I don't want him getting into any trouble with that stupid lampshade on his head. He pees, and comes in ....good boy! I put the baby in her swing so that I can start cleaning the stack of bottles that has piled up throughout the day, I turn to check on Oscar and, ummm, he's excited? Let's just say the lipstick is out. about 15 mins. later I noticed, the lipstick is still out, and it's huge and swollen. I also notice that he keeps trying to sit down and can't...it looks painful. SHIT. I call my fiancee, who says that it's probably just some sort of reaction from all of his meds. 15 mins. later it's still out and the size of a strawberry!
So I do, what I normally do...I google it. It's called a prolapsed penis, and if it doesn't go back in on it's own it can cause major damage, and it may even need surgery to correct it. OF COURSE IT DOES!!! When does it stop??? I am freaking out at this point and call the vet. The vet tells me I should be able to get it to go back in on my own, but if I have any trouble I need to bring him in.
Excuse me? He wants me to shove the strawberry back into the sheath???!!!! This is hands down the worst day EVER! I consider myself a good mom though, so yes, I tried to put the strawberry back in. I can not even explain how hard of a process this is...I don't know what I am doing at all. Needless to say, the fiance had to take him to the vet because I couldn't do it. Happily she was able to put it all back to normal in about 10 mins. She says it's normal for "not-fixed" dogs to have this happen, and of course it could happen again!
I think we WILL be getting him fixed...I can't deal with another strawberry fiasco!