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This morning I decided to take him to the vet when I caught him sleeping in a guest bed. It was just unusual and he hadn't been eating or drinking much all week. I toted his puppy butt to the vet as soon as they opened and found out the doctor wouldn't be there for another hour, so we waited and took selfies. What else is there to do at a vet's office at 7 a.m.?
When we saw the good doctor, she told me he probably had a small case of pancreatitis brought on by eating too much crap the past week. You and me both, buddy. So he ended up getting fluids under the skin to make sure he stays hydrated, then an anti-nausea injection for good measure. The office offered Xrays and blood work, but the treatment likely would have been the same.
After some rest, he appears to be back to his spunky, throwing shade, stealing treats self. Here's hoping this was the doggy equivalent of a food hangover and it's all said and done.