Anyway, we came home a few days ago and poor Jimi was laying on the floor shaking and whining. I was instantly worried, because I was instantly reminded of when my chihuahua Sugar got sick when I was 10. She had cancer and died, and before she died she laid around and shook and yelped.
Luckily, my mom, God bless her, has a clearer head than mine. She immediately knew what it was. She took him into the kitchen and gave Jimi some mineral oil and some medicine and said, "He's constipated. It sometimes happens to dachshunds. Don't worry. He'll be fine." I wasn't so sure.
My heart sank when, the next day, he still laid there yelping and whining. I was getting panicky, but my mom just gave him more medicine and said that he would be fine. Next day, he was perfectly fine. He's been bouncing around for the past couple days as happy as he can be. I'm so glad that he feels better.
Below is a picture of both Jimis. Try to guess which one is mine, :D
6 comments:
Jason,
Cute story with a thankfully happy ending. I am so relived your Jimi is feeling much better!
Glad the little guy is okay. I'm jealous. My mother promised to get me a dachshund when I was fighting cancer...I still don't have one. I want one though :(. They are cool little dogs.
Sheri: Thanks. He's back to his spunky happy self. His a lot of trouble sometimes, but he's just so awesome.
S.M.D.: Ah. I hope you can still get one. Although, I think mine is different from most. He's small, even for a mini-dachsund, and unlike my uncle's, who got lazy and fat, he's always filled with energy and he stays really skinny. He's like the living version of Odie from Garfield, in everyway but breed.
Glad to hear he's doing better! Don't worry, I would have freaked out too.
I'm so glad he's OK! Is he checking his email in that picture or posting to his blog?
PJ: Ah, you caught me. Most of these brilliant posts aren't from me. Jimi posts on here for me.
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