Well, that was a Saturday I don’t want to relive any time soon. We came home from helping my parent’s jiggle their dishwasher free to finding our dog had peed on our floor. Not an end of the world problem, but of concern, since he has rarely done it in the 15 and a half years that we’ve had him.

Then he kept going in and out of the house.

Something was clearly wrong. My husband let him out, then got distracted and pretty much forgot about him for an hour. When he went in search of the dog, he found him on the top step of the pool unable to get out. The dog’s hind legs are weak, so he needs help getting out of the pool.

What was worse is we think he fell in when his legs gave out on him.

Then the hubby brought him in and the dog peed blood.

We spent the night up and down, letting him in and out while watching to make sure he didn’t take another tumble. He managed his morning walk but again was peeing blood and he wasn’t drinking. As soon as the vet opened, we scheduled an appointment and they were kind enough to squeeze him in.

Frankly, the dog was barely walking and I was crying because I feared we were going to have to put him down.

Thankfully, the vet found no signs of bladder or prostrate cancer. The dogs heart and lungs are good and they believed it was an infection. We received some antibiotics and some antiinflamitory meds for the arthritis in his hind end and we took our dog home. YAY!

We return to the vet’s this evening but only because they lost his bloodwork. But other than that, the dog is up to his usual self.

Happy days.

Until next time.