[yorkietalkjilly]

I got ill and had to go to the ER with tummy troubles late Friday night, was there all night, tested, given IV's, etc., released and home by 5:30 a.m. Saturday. Went to bed and at 10:30 a.m. a policeman was banging on my front door. The hospital where I'd been released from had tried calling me, I slept through the call and they called the police to come get me and tell me to come back in. Well, I did and the ER charge nurse said the redundant reading of the CT scan showed there was a problem on the lower abdominal CT scan and to come for another test, coming in through their private ER entrance with valet parking in a covered parking garage. I did, got admitted to my surprise, due to the scan showing air in the bowel. I wasn't prepared, had only left extra water, food and pee pads out for Tibbe, left the radio and lights on. I had to stay last night, didn't get home until about 4:00 pm or so today. I was worried sick about Tibbe all the while as my son is out of town. I was so scared at what I'd find driving home - thinking what if his MVD acted up and he was sick, he fell off the couch and was hurt on the floor, a burglar had broken in and took him, the hotwater heater had burst overnight, etc., etc., etc. But he was okay! I was so happy to see his fuzzy little face in the front window when I drove up and zapped the garage door open. He was okay!!!

Here's what make me so guilty. My little housebroken Tibbe had barely eaten or drunk anything while I was gone and there was one tiny wet place on a rug in the hallway! No potty or pee on his potty pads anywhere. This poor little guy held himself all that time and only pee'd once - the tiniest little damp spot you've ever seen! I tossed that rug and I've felt every carpeted and berugged area, the couches and the beds - all dry and none smell of urine. When I let him outside after getting home, the poor little guy peed for 21 seconds and then insisted on having some training and getting his kibble treats. He's now asleep on my lap. He hadn't chewed up anything or caused any kind of mess at all. Just waited for his mommie like the perfect little dog he is. But he's too perfect! I wish he'd go when I have to be gone for an emergency or something.

And he was kind of cool at first - remote, didn't greet me like the wild Tasmanian Devil greeting of usual. He just acted kind of in shock. Finally after I was here about 20 minutes or so and he had fresh water, food and things, he greeted me and kissed me. Poor little Tibbe is housebroken far too well for his own good. Now I'm just waiting for a poop from him and I'll be happy. Bless his little heart - he was pretty traumatized or worried about my being gone so long he couldn't even greet me as normal. I'll forever feel like a scumbag for leaving him.