Upon getting home yesterday, I let my mutts in and my favorite "Walter", a.k.a "Tubby", a.k.a "Bubba", a.k.a "Professor Phineas Q. Butterfat" was acting very strange. He's normally very rambunctious when he comes in and quite sassy about demanding his dinner but last night he came in very quiet, ate his food and then began to start panting and "Army" crawling around on the floor.
He's a Pitbull mix and a pretty big boy. About 80 pounds and he's built like a dumpster but I could still tell that his stomach was extremely swollen. It was painful for him to jump up on his bed and so I panicked. I recently saw a piece on Animal Planet about "bloat" and how prevolent it is in bigger dogs so I rushed him to the Emergency vet.
Long story short, they've kept him all night and after several x-rays, blood work, examinations and basically a thousand fucking dollars, they have no idea what the hell is wrong with him. They said they don't think it's bloat and if it is an obstruction he's still having bowel movements so it must be small. He hasn't been poisoned and all of his labs were normal. What the fuck?
The vet said she consulted another vet and neither of them get it. He's still swollen, "Army" crawling but at times seems happy and wagging his tail. I have to pick him up at 7 a.m. and take him to my regular Vet and see if she can figure it out. He's only 6 and that's why we haven't hesitated at the cost. Plus....it's fucking Walter man. Everybody loves him. He's the shit.
We got him from the dog pound 5 years ago when he was about a year old. He was to be put down the next day but something about him just sucked me in. While all the other dogs were clamoring to be rescued from their impending deaths, he just laid there like "I know you're not going to pick me, so I'm not going to waste my time."
I flippin' love him so much! Fuck, I hope he's going to be o.k. He's my "Tubba-bubba".