And now it all came together and made sense. Many local lakes are often stocked with fish from hatcheries out of the Pacific Northwest. Big Bear Lake had just held a trout fest fishing derby, and the lake had been additionally stocked. Greg caught Walter. And he must have been a transplant from a hatchery up north. This disease was discovered in the late 1800's and dogs would die 10-14 days after the onset of symptoms. It is fatal in canines. Bears and raccoons have a tolerance. We caught it, but it may have been too late. They cultured it, and zeroed in on the exact antibiotic to best treat it, and kept him on IV, and pain meds, and powerful antibiotics. He was dewormed, and treated with all of the best care and medication. But, how much damage was already done, we just couldn't be sure. By Saturday night, one week after getting sick, he was stable enough to come home. So we got all of our instructions for treatment, medications, prescription food for critical care, and we loaded our poor pitiful pup into the car, and took him home. Mind you, he still had not had any food or water by mouth for 8 days. And he HAD to have food with this medicine. That first night, we got the meds down him, but he would not touch the food. He did want water, and we gave him a little bit at a time.
The next morning, I rolled his pill into the canned food, like a little meatball. I had to force it down his throat. And then I rolled 4 more tiny meatballs, and opened his mouth, and coaxed them down, one at a time. I offered rice and chicken broth, but he still wasn't interested. By that evening when it was time for meds, I did it the same way, but this time he seemed interested in the meatballs. So I made his dish again, and finally, he ate. Thank goodness. That is when we knew he would make it. He has shown tremendous improvement each day.
So, that's what I have been up to this past week. What about you?