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George was sick 3 or 4 days ago - I didn’t think much of it, he bolts his food down if I’m not careful and it came back up undigested a few hours later so I assumed he had eaten too fast and had indigestion.
Then yesterday he did it again, and tonight he refused his tea.... absolutely unheard of!
He is drinking normally, weeing normally, no poo now as he has nothing to pass through him but his gums are a healthy colour and his respiratory rate is normal, he seems bright and cheerful in himself. I was pondering about the vet this evening but he was desperate to go for a walk with the others so off we went and he had a fab time in full ‘bustling self-important Duracell terrierist’ mode, hunting in all the undergrowth and really enjoying himself.
We got home and he shot straight under my bed which is his ‘safe place’ ☹ï¸
I’m at a loss to know what to do now 😳 I’m used to greyhounds (‘oh woe is me, I’m dying if I so much as break a nail, let me howl like I’m dying’) or lurchers (‘oh look, my leg is hanging off, that’s a bit inconvenient, never mind I’ll just go and chase that squirrel...) and George isn’t really doing either?
Does this ring a bell with any terrier owners? I’m quite happy to whip him to the vet tomorrow morning but there isn’t an awful lot to describe at the moment
And just because I love him and he is so cute.... he does look really old though.... worry, worry....
Then yesterday he did it again, and tonight he refused his tea.... absolutely unheard of!
He is drinking normally, weeing normally, no poo now as he has nothing to pass through him but his gums are a healthy colour and his respiratory rate is normal, he seems bright and cheerful in himself. I was pondering about the vet this evening but he was desperate to go for a walk with the others so off we went and he had a fab time in full ‘bustling self-important Duracell terrierist’ mode, hunting in all the undergrowth and really enjoying himself.
We got home and he shot straight under my bed which is his ‘safe place’ ☹ï¸
I’m at a loss to know what to do now 😳 I’m used to greyhounds (‘oh woe is me, I’m dying if I so much as break a nail, let me howl like I’m dying’) or lurchers (‘oh look, my leg is hanging off, that’s a bit inconvenient, never mind I’ll just go and chase that squirrel...) and George isn’t really doing either?
Does this ring a bell with any terrier owners? I’m quite happy to whip him to the vet tomorrow morning but there isn’t an awful lot to describe at the moment
And just because I love him and he is so cute.... he does look really old though.... worry, worry....