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January 28, 2008

Back in harness

The Missouri Veterinary Medical Association held its annual convention and continuing education seminars this weekend.  Our Docs-A-Cyclin veterinary motorcycle gang was given special recognition, though most of the attendees were unsure why.  Among other things, I listened to eight hours of presentations on gastro-intestinal problems (vomiting and diarrhea).  Thus, I was well prepared for the 9:30 PM emergency the night I got home: a Chihuahua with vomiting and bloody diarrhea.  Lectures till noon, six hours on the road, shovel off my desk and then back to work instead of turning in early. How's that for great karma?

Better karma is the return home of my daughter. I got to visit with her tonight for the first time since our October trip to Orlando.  It's good to have her home for a few days.  I've missed blogging in the last week or so, but I've missed my daughter more.  The night emergency calls for vomiting and diarrhea? eh...not so much (missed, that is).

January 15, 2008

Stool Specimens (Part 2)

Pasture Some people tell me that they just can't find where their dog goes to the bathroom.  If they live on a huge farm, then I'm not surprised.  Sure, I'm disappointed, but I'm not surprised.  When they tell me that "Yes, the yard is fenced", but they still can't find it, I've got to wonder just how big this yard is.  If it's that huge, they probably have servants to take care of it.  Perhaps one of the servants could follow the dog around for a day.

Houses Then there are folks who live in little subdivisions, with little houses and little yards, all in a row.  When they tell me that the dog doesn't go in their yard and they just "don't know where he goes", I'm thinking that there is somebody in the neighborhood who does know where he goes.  I'm also thinking that that somebody is not only anxious to show the owner that location, but also to talk to him about it... vigorously!

They should call The Poop Detective.  The video may be a little silly, but the message of being considerate of your neighbors is right on the money.  Leaving fresh crap all over is inconsiderate, unsanitary, and just gross.  Not to mention that it does not make dog-lovers out of the previously undecided group of voters.  If you love your dog, don't help him make enemies.

No_poop_2 That's why I've had this sign in my kennel for years.  The deodorizer spray next to it works a lot better than the sign, though.

January 13, 2008

Stool Specimens

Warning: Bodily Functions are Disgusting

Broadleafplantain_2 So, the client brings in a ziploc bag with a few leaves just as bright green as these.  "I think that my dog has diarrhea from eating these plants."  "Have you seen him eating some like these?"  "Not like these, these plants right here. See how wet they are? They must have gone right through him."  "Trust me, lady, I'm a professional.  If these plants had gone all the way through your dog's digestive tract, they wouldn't be this bright green."  Of course, the dog had eaten the weeds and vomited them up.  I'm not kidding about that different color thing. I'm not kidding about being a professional, either.

Poop_sheet2_2 I advise you not to click on this picture to blow it up.  The title "Fecal Scoring System" could also be "Know your s__t".  I never use this chart with clients, though maybe I should.  Typically, when the client says the pet has diarrhea, I ask if the consistency is watery, or like paint, or applesauce.  Sometimes this works... sometimes they swear off applesauce.  In livestock country, you can ask if it's "cow-pie" consistency, but few of our clients have been up close to a cow, much less a cow-pie. 

Dairy_cow Here's a picture of a cow.  Cowpie_2 Here's a picture of a cow-pie.  Happy now?

We always ask clients to bring a stool specimen as part of the pet's examination.  People think I have some kind of poop fetish, because I always ask if they've  brought it.  As I've mentioned in a previous post, a microscopic exam of the stool is best way to check for most intestinal parasites.  Color and consistency can also give you clues about some other types of digestive ailments.

People are reluctant to even talk about the excrement, much less pick it up.  If they do bring a specimen, it's "his job", "a present for you", "his homework" [my favorite].  Many clients (in fact, most clients) would rather not bring in the specimen.  Sure, I could fish some out, but you get a pretty tiny sample that way, and you can miss things just because your sample is so small.  With just a smear, you have the equivalent of pulling a handful off a truck-load -- maybe that truck is full of soybeans... maybe it's full of motorcycles.  You don't know.  Really, we need about a tablespoonful, and we need it the same day it's passed -- within 12 hours; it doesn't have to be steaming (thank goodness).

It's always interesting to note the different responses to my request for the specimen.  Virtually nobody brings in a tablespoon-full.  You might get a smear on a Kleenex or a coffee-can full.  There are people who just forget (and I understand that: it's the kind of thing you'd be happy to forget).  "The secretary didn't tell me to bring one." [Yes, she did.] Then there are other people who just tell you flat out that they are not going to pick up poop and bring it in.  Fair enough, though it may handicap me a little.  And then there are the folks who are sure not going to bring you a sample, but they feel bad about it, because they love their pet and they know they really should.  These are the folks who slap their forehead and say, "Oh, I had one, but I left it sitting on the kitchen table."  In the butter dish, no doubt.

My favorite is the client who lets me fish a specimen out of the dog's exhaust pipe and go through the whole exam.  As we finish, I say, "Now, if you can bring me a bigger specimen, we can do a more accurate check for intestinal parasites."  "Oh... I've got one."  He's had it in his pocket the whole time.   What if I hadn't asked for it?   How long would he have saved it?  Why?  We know how I lost my capacity to feel dirty, but what happened to this guy?

Just not feeling "bloggy"

I haven't given up on blogging, but I've had a lot of other things going on after hours.  Sometimes I just don't feel  like sitting at the old computer for an extra hour.  If folks e-mail me the pictures they promised, I'll have a little side-bar on some of my extra-curricular activities.