There are two words you never wanna hear -- BLOODY STOOL.
But, it's somewhat worse to hear these two words on a Sunday morning as they pertain to your dog, and the condition of the white carpeting in your new home.
Elvis has been having tummy troubles for about a week, since coming home from the kennel. The last couple of days he hasn't even made it outside, leaving us little "gifts" each morning downstairs. This morning we saw the blood and got nervous and took him to the brand-new Veterinary Hospital that is open 24/7.
The good news is that Elvis doesn't appear to be dying. The doc there thought he might have "stress colitis" possibly brought on by the move, or his stay at the kennel, or any number of things. The dog is now on a special food (that is supposed to "bind him") and a couple of pills. The kids can't get over the fact that the vet stuck her finger in Elvis' butt to get a stool sample. It wasn't pretty friends.
However, the Pet Hospital was gorgeous and it was pretty busy for a Sunday morning. It is touted as being "the country's largest privately owned veterinary hospital with a general medicine & surgery practice, 24-hour emergency and critical care service, and specialty practice".
And it got me thinking (as everything does) about creating a Reality TV Series. Animal hospitals are riveting places. Sure, nobody comes in with gunshot wounds, but there is quite a bit of drama revolving sick or hurt pets. And this hospital is sooo big and so open that it just seems like a TV set.
All right, I've got to get to it. Must type up my proposal and contact Animal Planet ASAP.