Samson

Samson is our 2-year-old male Yorkie. He is a complete handful, but such a sweetheart and we absolutely love him and can't imagine our lives without him. I know that for a fact, because yesterday he got sick. Really sick. And I thought my world was crumbling. I instantly teared up at work and The Husband had to say "Don't cry, it'll be alright."

We spent the weekend up north, visiting my grandmother. Samson is able to run free up there, without a leash. While I love giving him the freedom, there is nothing we can do about his uncontrollable urge to eat anything and everything if he doesn't have a leash on. We caught him a few times, chomping on something disgusting I'm sure.

Cut to Monday, Memorial Day. He started having bathroom issues. Being small, his stomach can be sensitive at times. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, so we just figured he had upset his stomach a bit and it would play itself out. Come Wednesday morning, he began whining about a half hour earlier then normal. I tried to go back to sleep, but his whining became louder and more urgent. I got up, went to the bathroom and got his stuff ready to take him out (leash, bag, etc.). I let him out of his crate and he ran to the door. I followed and went to put my flip flops on, but they werent by the door. I had to run back into the bedroom and 2 seconds later, when I came out, Samson had already gone #2 on the carpet. It was a mess! The Husband got up and cleaned it up while I took the dog outside to finish. Samson immediately hunched over again - 3 times in total while outside - and went again.

When we came back inside, we both knew he wasn't feeling his best. I said I thought we should put him in the bathroom while we are at work in case he has problems, but The Husband expected to be home early and put him in his crate. Well, maybe he'll change his mind next time, because when The Husband got home later that afternoon, Samson had gone all in his crate, uncontrollably! Poor little guy!

We were told to rush him to the vet, in case he was dehydrated. Of course, our regular vet had gone home for the day so we had to go to an emergency vet. Awesome. After an hour and a half and one accident on the floor of the exam room, The Husband and Samson left for home. We found out that Samson has an overgrowth of bacteria in his stomach and intestines. A kind of bacteria that comes from only one place. Turns out our cute, little guy has a fondness for chomping on dead animal carcass. Sweet.

P.S. - Samson seems to be doing better this morning. He hasn't gone #2 since yesterday, which is a little weird considering he goes every morning, but maybe he's just got nothing left at the moment.