Yesterday we went and had an ultrasound done. The poor boy! First he is thinking all morning that he is a "bad boy" because he is being denied food and water. He couldn't get close enough to me--not in the car nor in the waiting room of the emergency clinic.
But first, the good news: no intestial or abdominal abnormalities were found!!!
So we proceed with the assumption that SIBO (small intestine bacterial overgrowth) is the primary cause of Bufe's distress. As the 6+ week long treatment progresses, if we do not see improvement we then need to "assume" something else is in play.....let's hope that is not the case.
Meanwhile, back at the emergency clinic part of the story---time to make everyone smile and laugh a little:
Buford made friends with EVERYONE! Each time a doctor or nurse or tech or even another owner and pet walked past him he wagged uncontrollably and down right demanded to be pet! Even the custodian (sweet woman!) came right over, hunkered down and gave him love.
Then the tech came to take him to his ultrasound....can you say "flat basset!!" He became one with gravity, flattened out on the tile and refused to move. Then he rolled over for a belly rub. The tech got down on her hands and knees, rubbed away and he sprang up onto all fours and trotted off down the hall with her. Guess he was trying to get a message across to me after all the morning denials of eatery.
25 minutes later she brings him back, all shaved on his sides and belly and tells me about how good he was! He didn't want to lie down on the table at first, but once he did he rolled right over and enjoyed everything--the shaving, the ultrasound procedure (must have thought it was a fancy belly rub) and when all was done she gave him a treat---it's a wonder he didn't take her fingers with the treat.
She gave me his leash and we all trotted off again down the hallway to an exam room to await the radiologist.
A few moments later this man (looked like Rob Hammerton's twin--for those of you who know Rob) walks in the door and in one fluid motion is on the ground rubbing and petting and mushing it up with Buford! And the dog is happier than ever! I'm thinking: no matter what he has to say, I like him because he obviously loves animals and understands them.
He proceeded to simply sit on the floor with Buford the entire time he's telling what he did NOT find! We then talked about where we go from here, etc., and then he invited another doctor (an animal gastroenterologist) in to talk more about SIBO.
They will be calling our regular vet with results and we will go from there.
And then we went home....ok, I had biscuits in the car so while I was driving Buford was slopping up the back seat with crumbs and drool! (Good thing leather cleans up so easily :-) )
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