Don't. go. there. ever. And here's why.
The punchline is that Dixie has parvo.
I'm not really a dog person. I'm a cat person. I like the independent pet. Dogs have bad breath and take big shits and have periods or big red weenies. No, thanks. But I love Dixie like I would love something Cydney Wilson birthed her ownself. Yes, in just six days, it's that serious.
Dixie has been in gastrointestinal distress. Well, first she spent very few hours in a 24-hour period actually awake. Then she started ralphing and having The Diarrhea, so last night Cydney took her to the LSU Emergency Vet Clinic at about 9:30 PM. I told her that I was going to bed but Corey would be up and to call him when she had Dixie all taken care of. The next thing I know, Corey is flying into the bedroom holding the phone and I can hear Cydney crying so hard I can't understand her.
The highway robbers at the LSU ER informed Cydney that Dixie had the parvovirus, and the options were hospitalization with fluids at a cost of $2500 or put her down. I am crying before I can even get my pajama pants on and I'm rushing out the door at 11 PM on a schoolnight, bound for seester and my niecy-poo. I get there and join Cydney in the lobby, holding Dixie and crying all over her.
Then Justin calls. (At the end of this story you will agree with me that Justin may be The Very Best Boyfriend Who Has Ever Existed. His heroism in this story should be combined with the act of getting the dog for her and holding her hand through every step of this grueling training-the-dog-not-to-pee-in-your-hair-on-the-pillow process.) Justin has interrupted his Hummer-driving veterinarian's evening of COPS-watching with this puppy-emergency, and she will be meeting us at her clinic toot suite.
Her clinic is no less than 480 miles from LSU. It felt like it at midnight for someone who's pushing 30 and has to take the kids to school at 6 AM, anyway. She meets us there and declares that saying it's $2500 or euthanasia for parvo is like saying you can put a band-aid on it or kill it. She will cure Dixie of this parvo at no cost to Cydney, "because it's for Justin." (Now's the part where you worship him and agree with me that his middle name is clearly Makeshithappen.)
So today, Dixie has eaten and played a little, so she's responding well, and she will be released just as soon as The Diarrhea is gone. Cydney now has to sterilize all of Dixie's accoutrements and throw out her toys. And wash about 40 pounds of dirty and peed-on clothes. (Her roommates dog has no respect for the property of others.
If you have no idea what parvo is, looky here http://www.workingdogs.com/parvofaq.htm.
If you are ever forced to adopt a puppy from the filthy human society in Vicksburg or turn to the LSU vet clinic for emergency services, bless your heart.
Oh, and if you are scratching your head about the title of this post, you need to rent Lethal Weapon 2 immediately.
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