Max, continued

I think Max made a little progress in the last 24 hours. Not a lot, but some. When I got home this morning I was a little concerned, because he was lethargic and hadn't eaten much if anything. Nor did he appear to have drunk very much. I tried to give him his medicine, hidden in bits of people food, but he turned up his nose at it. That worried me, because Max loves people food, even the smallest scraps. FYI, hiding his meds in people food is the only way I can get him to take them. With most dogs you just shove the pill down their throat, but Max won't have any of that. Fortunately he is easily duped (i.e. the pills in people food). So when the old trick didn't work...

I called the vet about ten minutes ago to make an appointment for tomorrow, to evaluate his progress and possibly get more meds for him. When I hung up, I tried once more to get Max to take his medicine. Of course, when I set the small plate on the ground, he was all over it. When that was gone I set him front of his water dish and he drank about half of it. Then he ate some dog food (and the raw egg I cracked into it). Not as much as I would like, but he ate some. I wonder if the meds (especially the 'anti-anxiety' stuff) are messing with his appetite a bit.

The vet I talked to Sunday, who was covering for the other local vets including mine (they take turns on weekends I guess), said Max might need two to three weeks of 'kennel rest' to recover fully. That's gonna be tricky because Max doesn't have and never has had a kennel. He doesn't even have a designated 'box' (bed) like my old Dachshund Samantha did. But I've de-jumped my house (couch blocked off, mattress on floor, and I carry him in and out to do his business. So hopefully, with time, he'll be fine. I certainly hope so, because the alternative is not something I want to think about.