I had a great recipe for you and was going to upload it but found myself totally distracted and not “in the mood.” See, for the past couple of weeks, my little guy has been not feeling good – pretty much since around the time of the hurricane. We lost power for a few days and, while we have gas heat and hot water, it’s an electric ignition for the furnace. Needless to say, it was FREEZING and the Sous Pug is so sensitive to any extremes in temperature. The pug starts panting if the house goes over 72 degrees and when it gets cold, it’s never good. So, for the past couple of weeks, he’s had the “sniffles” for lack of a better term because, while it wasn’t a cold, we couldn’t figure out what the heck was wrong with him. Add to that some friction burns from his harness that he turned hellacious through constant scratching and he was not a happy guy. We’re talking the pug had to wear SOCKS to stop scratching at his neck and exacerbating the condition.
In full disclosure, while I bandaged him up using gauze and tape, nothing would stick to the daggone fur so, brilliant me Maguyvered that puppy with band-aids that stay on through anything. He was far from pleased but he couldn’t scratch! Also – in true man form, that pug left his socks all. over. the. house. Typical 😉
Over the weekend, he really has been not showing improvement at all and, during his follow-up appointment for the neck, his vets took a peek at what’s going on with him and his “sniffles”. One full blood panel later and they discovered that the pancreatitis was back – and with a vengeance. How I didn’t notice that he was flaring up badly is beyond me but I think with the other issues, the pancreatitis took advantage of a situation and was rearing its horrid head.
Yesterday was the kicker – he was lethargic, whimpering (he NEVER cries!) and food was not going to be an option. He had lost almost 4 lbs and it was a race back to the vet hospital to get him admitted, ultra-sounded and to find out how bad it really is. The last time I saw him this bad, it was off to surgery for the little guy and, while he’s 11 years old, with pugs, any type of anesthesia makes me have panic attacks. To quote friends and family, Wiggs is one hell of a strong mutt – but I think his momma is seriously lacking in that department.
Currently, he’s on an aggressive treatment and having a sleepover at the hospital for a couple days. His new doc is keeping a close eye on him as his former internist is no longer at the hospital (welcome to the deep end Dr. Turner! Wiggs will be quite the patient 😉 )and his techs (or his “girls” as he knows them as) are taking excellent care of him while they get rid of this pancreatitis monster. I have to be honest, I just want my little guy home, sniffing like mad at whatever is simmering on the stove, barking for fancy cheese and swiping the remote, telling me in his own little puggy way, “Momma – NO BITCHIN KITCHEN! I want my Big Bang Theory!” (yes, he actually did change the dial from Bitchin Kitchen to Big Bang Theory – repeatedly. Sorry Nads – no one gets in the way of his Sheldon – not even if you mention bacon).
So – if you have a moment, could you please do me a favor and send some positive thoughts the Sous Pug’s way. He (and his momma and the Evil Minx) would be most appreciative!
[Pics from my Instagram]