I've been a dog owner for the better part of 11 years, but as 3 of weeks ago, I bought two new pups from some people in the parking lot of a tire shop. They had SEVERAL pups, but I only needed 2.
One is a Jack Russell Terrier (female) and the other is an American Bulldog (male). I'm almost inclined to believe that they're mixed, but hell, I saw Labs and a couple of other breeds around the same age as them for sale, so who knows.
I had them for 2 days, and the female ("BB"...that's the only name that she responds to IF you say it FAST) ended up getting the parvo virus. It was BAD man, like real bad. Constant vomiting, diarrhea, refusing to eat AND drink, lazy, sleeping all day...it was horrible. The virus itself doesn't kill the dog, but the dehydration part that comes along with the symptoms, is what does the trick.
I took her to the vet, and these sacks of shit didn't even test her for parvo. They gave me antibiotics, a booster shot in the ass, something else for worms...and sent me on my way. I thought that she would be okay, but it got worse (same symptoms).
I was working crazy hours that week, so my mom came and picked up both of them. She ended up taking them to the Humane Society for treatment, which cost about $75 per day. They gave her an IV in her back, which left a huge quasi moto-type hump in her back and allowed the fluids to spread around her body after a couple of hours. Then they gave her a shot for anti-diarrhea, anti-vomiting, and some other shot. 3 days of that ($225 later), and she was back to her hyper self!
THEN, the male dog (Bruno) caught it because they were around each other most of the time (except the last 3 days). Unfortunately, he didn't make it, as of last Friday. He went to vet for the same treatment for 5 days ($375), but he was just too small to fight it off. I watched him have a seizure, lose movement in his legs, struggle to breathe, and ultimately, I left my parents house when I saw that his eyes would barely stay open as he transitioned.
With that in mind, I waited til today to find the people that sold them to me ($125 each), and explained what happened to Bruno. It took EVERYTHING inside of me to not do some stupid shit that would involve bail money. By the end of the explanation, I walked away with a free pup...which was again, an American Bulldog (male).
I may just name him Bruno...and start all over. I have "the Bruno of old's" ashes here with me...poor little fella. Anyhow, this new pup is damn near a mirror image of Bruno! Too funny.
Parvo is some serious shit, and it stays in the environment for YEARS. I actually bleached my whole yard (front and back), by deck in the back yard, and a few other things. I bleached the remaining carpet in my house, and I'm thinking of things that they both touched when they had parvo. The ONLY thing that will kill that virus, is bleach.
Anyhow, the new pup (may as well name him Bruno too), will be going to the vet for tests, when the roosters crow (do they crow?), and he'll remain in the house for about 3 or 4 weeks. He's only about 8 or 9 weeks old, while BB is about 11 weeks old. She's doing good with being outdoors, but I haven't let her step foot off this disinfected property.
Speaking of BB, this freakin' dog is handful! I actually read some stuff on how to train them, and I was in for a HUGE shocker. Come to find out, these fuckin' dogs have a high success rate!....a high success rate in training the fuckin' trainer, rather than being trained. What have I gotten myself into?
We've had a looooong week, but I'm sure she knows who's boss at this point. I still can't trust her out of my sight, nor will I...for maybe another 4 or 5 years. I had JUST taken her outside to use to restroom (for 15 mins)...nothing. So, she races back inside, and runs in my room. I just repainted my room, so my curtains are on the floor...guess where she decided to leave me a gift? Yep, you got it...on my fuckin' curtains...a nice, hot steaming pile of shit.
I'm glad I got a new pup today, so she can at least be kept some type of company. I'm still working on her restroom timing (which is going well), but she knows when to press my buttons for attention, and it's USUALLY when I'm doing something that I like doing around here (watching tv, home projects, etc). Never when I'm washing dishes or any other ass-chapping chore around here, will she give me a run for my money.