Yesterday Dash was sick... again. He had really watery, bloody diarrhea and was vomiting his dinner up. Then once all the dinner was gone, he was still dry heaving. Of course we were very concerned, so Papa Dash took today off to take our mini Aussie puppy to the vet at Balboa Pet Hospital.
It turns out that for one, we should not have taken Dash on our Valentine's Day outing. The vet said due to his previous injury we should have given him more time to heal rather than go crazy right after the pain meds were gone. We intend to honor this suggestion as much as possible, but it's really getting difficult when our puppy is becoming a psychotic little would-up top in the apartment!
The vet also gave us various forms of medication for Dash's diarrhea and we purchased cans of a special bland dog food. These were all supposed to help calm his stomach and get his digestive system back on track. Thankfully, so far they are working.
My main concern is that Dash isn't even a year old yet and he's had several illnesses, more than one of which has been mysterious and unsolvable. And if taking care of a dog is this troublesome and stressful, how are we ever going to raise a baby successfully???