I had scratched out a few notes for some evening blogging, but that plan got trashed. Our six-month-old cockapoo puppy, Darby, was spayed yesterday, and this evening she developed what appeared to be some severe discomfort. Once I got home about 5 p.m., she got up from where she was lying on the couch to greet me at the door, and for the next four hours, she remained standing. On occasion, she would go running across the room, then screech to a stop and try to scratch her stomach (which she couldn't reach, fortunately). Other times, she would just stand in one spot for five or ten minutes. This is far from normal behavior for her.
After failing to reach her veterinarian, we took her to the emergency vet. We waited for about an hour (they triage their patients, and we were certainly on the bottom of the list, which included seizures, bleeding from the mouth, and other severe problems) until we finally got to see the vet. She ended up giving Darby a narcotic injection, and now Darby's finally asleep in her cage (where she sleeps every night — she's too mischievous to allow her to roam while we sleep).
At any rate, this evolution has blown my entire evening, so hopefully I'll catch up with my blogging tomorrow.
