I told Tim I’d check on Rex this morning when I got up (which would be several hours before Tim wakes up). I went into his apartment at seven and opened Rex’s crate. And Rex looked at me like, Um, what kind of crazy time is this to be coming over here? HELLO? Tim and I keep rock star hours; now away with you, woman!
Then I whispered to Rex, so as not to disturb Tim, “Remember that you haven’t pooped for two days? Wouldn’t you like to go outside and get rid of those two enemas and that COLON FULL OF CRAP?”
Rex shrugged but deigned to come out and be collared. Then he promptly walked over to Tim’s bed, made sure he was alive, and flopped down next to the bed with a long-suffering sigh.
The hissing, whispering, begging, cajoling began, but Rex was as immovable as his bowels. Finally, in despair, I stood way across the room and began very softly, getting progressively louder, “Tim. Tim TIM. TIM!” Guess what else wasn’t moving? I repeated this process three times while Rex glared at me. Then I got closer to the bed and tried again. This time, Tim heard me and reenacted a scene from Invasion of the Body Snatchers. May I just say as tactfully as possible that it’s a good thing MY colon wasn’t full? Because that would have cleared up my problem right then and there.
Not so Rex. He gave me a smug, TOLD you it was too early look. As I scraped and groveled and apologized to Tim for waking him, he told Rex it was perfectly fine to leave him and go outside. So Rex FINALLY went outside with me, whereupon he did….
Exactly nothing.
Rex and the girls are at the vet (girls for annual and semi-annual exams). I took them all to my vet because apparently the saintly Dr. Ward is no longer at River’s/Rex’s vet. It was just easier to drop all three dogs in the same place. Margot made it quite clear that while she’s more than happy to share a kennel with Guinness, Rex needed a little room of his own.
One of the vets just called and got more information on Rex. If that dog doesn’t go on his own soon, he may need more assistance than an enema provides. Apparently, this will require a bit of sedation. I just hope when they wake him, he doesn’t imitate Tim.
Well, poop!
Poor Rex!
I keep thinking of the nurses at the “home” talking about digging an impaction. UGH.
I smile, I giggle, I chortle … you are indeed a good person Becky C!
Maybe Tim scared the shit into Rex last week?Oskar said I shouldn’t say that. He sends his sympathy to Rex and says it sounds worse than a hairball.Becky I have to ask .. What the hell with the video… The dog man was truly frightening, the only thing worse was the one with Sarah Jessica’s head in Mars Attacks … What’s with that?
I don’t remember that from the movie, but someone in the comments said a pod took over both a dog and a man, and got the man’s face and the dog’s body. Crazy!