Parvo Puppies Pupdate

Today has been a little up and down regarding the information I’ve received about my parvo pups. The vet called this morning (we’ve communicated with three different ones now) and said that Boo was looking good but he didn’t know if Noodles was going to live. He said that Noodles was looking better but the white blood count would tell. He didn’t seem particularly optimistic. And then… he never called me back.

Being a rescue volunteer, I never want to be pushy with our vets, as I know they are doing us a favor when they offer discounts. I waited until 4:30 and figured that six hours was a reasonable time to wait for a vet to call me back, so I called. Turns out that Noodles’ white blood cell count was much higher than before. On Saturday it was about a three, literally, and today it was 1,000! Now, 5,000 is normal, but hey, I’ll take it! Also, Boo was doing great and ready to come home. Could he have not told me that sooner?


Meanwhile, around noon my friend Susan came to pick up Spunky. She fell in love with her last night and offered to help me foster her. I agreed because I thought it would be good for Spunky to be exposed to gentle kids, and I also thought that it might be good to keep her and Boo separated for the time being. The evening update was that the family Manchester Terrier was terrified of her (How funny! Imagine a little sausage-dog running from a puppy…), but other than that, Spunky was settling in just fine.

Boo is now lying here between my legs with a cone on his head to keep him from chewing on his IV¬†catheter (we left it in just in case he relapses tomorrow). He’s bright-eyed and curious, acting much more like a dog. Most importantly, Boo IS EATING! Hooray!

The rescue is already over $1,000 in to these puppies since Saturday. I’m so grateful to them that they are willing to shell out that kind of money to save these puppies’ lives and give them the fighting chance their “breeder” didn’t. This was so easily preventable, but it’s too late to go back in time and properly vaccinate these dogs. The least we can do is find them good homes where they’ll be properly cared for (have I mentioned they are emaciated and were kept outside their whole lives?)

More on the Parvo Pups soon…


With all this puppy¬†pandemonium, I neglected to finish the story of Duke, or, at least, my chapter of it. About a week ago, when Dylan let Duke out for his nightly pee, he jumped our 5′ privacy fence and attacked a chocolate Lab who was being walked down the street. I was on him in a minute, following the sounds of dogs fighting, but I wasn’t quick enough. Duke latched on to the poor dog’s face and wouldn’t let go. Luckily both the man and his dog, Uno, were very calm, and they waited patiently as I did everything I could think of to get him to let got. Finally, a combination of covering his nostrils and grabbing his throat had him gasping for air, and he released.

The scene was so bizarre, as after I got Duke off Uno, Duke showed no interested in re-igniting the fight. I gave the man my number in case his dog had any serious damage, and we parted ways. It breaks my heart to see this side of Duke because he’s funny, sweet, and playful: almost everything you could want in a dog.

We were supposed to be dogsitting this week, so we decided to transfer Duke to another foster home. The night before he left, my parents hosted church at their house. Duke was visiting, and I heard he stole the show. The pastor’s kids LOVED him, and he loved them right back. He entertained everyone with his army crawls and toy squeakings. Luckily, when it was time to pray, he remained silent. Good boy, Duke.

Duke is now at another foster home with Pixie, our previous anti-social foster dog. She’s been adopted but won’t be picked up for a few more days. Some were worried about how the two dogs would do together, but I thought that just maybe they would cancel each other out. I was right! They’re having a great time together, and the foster parents have really taken to Duke. I’m sure he’s in good hands until he finds a new home.