Friday, July 17, 2009

For Sophie


A dear friend lost her 15 month old lab, Sophie, yesterday to a tragic accident. Sophie went swimming and drank too much water while playing resulting in water toxicity also known as hypernatremia.I had no idea a dog could die from this, and it was quite sudden. She went swimming in the morning, to lethargic, to gone before the evening due to her body chemistry being completely out of whack. Because her case was acute and sudden, the vet was not able to reverse the damage done.

Hypernatremia is defined as an elevated sodium concentration in the blood. Although mild hypernatremia is often detected on serum chemistry panels, hypernatremia does not commonly warrant specific treatment. When marked hypernatremia is present, however, clinical signs can be severe and can result in death. The treatment of hypernatremia can be challenging, and success depends on an understanding of sodium and water balance.

The brain is the major organ affected by hypernatremia. When a hyperosmolar state develops, water from brain cells moves down the osmotic gradient into the extracellular space. This results in brain parenchymal cell dehydration and an overall decrease in brain volume. The cerebral veins rupture as a result of pia mater blood vessel tearing, resulting in subarachnoid and intracerebral hemorrhage. At presentation, affected animals have evidence of neurologic disease. They can exhibit lethargy, ataxia, and weakness, which progress to seizures, coma, and death in severe cases. Clinical signs appear as the serum sodium concentration approaches 170 mEq/L. When hypernatremia develops slowly, the brain has time to compensate, and neurologic signs are minimal. However, when hypernatremia occurs acutely, more severe and potentially irreversible neurologic signs develop.

The prognosis for patients with hypernatremia depends on the underlying cause, severity of hypernatremia and clinical signs at presentation, and response to fluid administration. Hypernatremia has a high mortality rate in humans, and mortality has been found to be associated with the initial plasma sodium concentration, severity of neurologic signs at presentation, and response to treatment. A recent study of hypernatremic dogs and cats found a 42% mortality rate; another study in kittens with experimentally induced hypernatremia found a 30% mortality rate in the first 24 hours. One dog with diabetes insipidus and a plasma sodium concentration of 203 mEq/L was treated and survived. By understanding the pathophysiologic basis of this disorder and using this basis to guide appropriate treatment choices, clinicians can successfully manage severe hypernatremia.


From: http://74.125.93.132/search?q=cache:GV6BRifwRq4J:www.veterinarytherapeutics.com/ME2/Audiences/dirmod.asp%3Fsid%3D%26nm%3D%26type%3DPublishing%26mod%3DPublications%253A%253AArticle%26mid%3D8F3A7027421841978F18BE895F87F791%26AudID%3DBE924B06C44442DE9033CA13B621B284%26tier%3D4%26id%3D19024D32FEC7489890AF50693F2BE322+hyponatremia+%2B+dog&cd=8&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us

I keep thinking of the Spring Fling I photographed and all of those lab babies having the time of their life fetching balls out of the pond and swimming non stop. I felt compelled to share Sophie’s story to maybe prevent this tragic accident from happening again to someone else. Thanks for reading and for sharing.

Monday, July 13, 2009

On the road again




I've been ridiculously busy at work. The kind of busy that drives you to drink and gives you nightmares busy. Hate it. So when I had a chance to drive a transport for 3bully babies on Friday evening I jumped all over it. There is something relaxing about cruising along going 80 miles an hour listening to whatever kid movie (this week- Hotel for Dogs)I have popped in for Becks and petting the occasional puppy head.

Our passengers this week were Tank who had bar none the prettiest eyes I have ever seen, Mia a silly little bossy girl who found a way to get her lead to stretch all the way to my center console, and Love Bug who was a perfect gentleman and was chill the entire drive. We got to our meeting spot only to discover drive #2 was running very late. It was then I realized the pups had fleas. Ack! Becks and I made it out unscathed, but I have yet to figure out if the buggers have been hatching in my car yet. I picked up some Borax yesterday just in case. Oh well, such is life. While waiting I finally got a chance to shoot a few pics because my dear sweet hubby cleaned up (i.e. hid) the small camera I can easily shoot one handed over my shoulder while keeping my eyes on the road. Can't exactly do that with a D90!

Tank and Love Bug both went immediately into their new homes, but sweet and sassy Mia is still available.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

A dirt lot



This is where Princess used to live.

On this dirt lot she dodged 18 wheelers and gravel trucks. She once had her foot run over and lost a nail as a result. When she was spayed in an effort to shut me up, she recouperated here, in the dirt and motor oil. Often, I tended to various war wounds she ended up with. I'm pretty sure she wasn't missing a chunk of ear when we first met. Occasionally, she was allowed in the air conditioned offices to cool off. I don't think she was ever kept inside during thunderstorms. She slept outside 99% of the time no matter the season. I have no idea how often she was given clean water or what they fed her but I'd bet money it was Ol Roy. At one point, someone tried to steal her in the middle of the night and had her backed into a corner of the chain link fence until the man living on the property came out to see what all the fuss was about. Finally, the day I had a new collar and proper tag for her with my information on it and the words "spayed" engraved on it, she went missing. I'll save that post for another day. It's amazing what I have chosen to forget... I hope she has too.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I'm an OklaTexan




Becks and I had another little Oklahoma adventure this weekend. Our passengers on this trip were the adorable Jones (floppy ears) and Isabelle (cropped ears). Both were total love bugs and Isabelle was content to hang her head in B's lap while Jones kept manuevering to sneak his way into my lap. We had dog #3, Egore, a massive 135 pound American Bulldog following in a seperate car due to his size and dislike of most male dogs. It was uneventful, just the way we like them, and B was treated to McDonalds for an ice cream cone and the opportunity to stretch his legs on the playground. I know how much he enjoys our rides as he is always quick to talk to me about them while we rock before he drifts off to sleep. His last word before falling asleep that night was Isabelle.

To date we have transported 10 dogs that would be dead otherwise. If you don't already transport, please do. It is the simplest way to contribute to animal rescue and is tax deductible! Ask me how to volunteer.

Happy 4th anniversary Princess



4 years ago today my life changed in more ways than I could put into words. A wiggly, roo-ing, pit bull ran up to me and I was not afraid to bend down to pet her. In that moment I fell in love. She wore a purple collar, no tags, and a cheap flea collar with her teats hanging loose from her. She had to belong to someone and so on that day I grabbed my office camera and took this photo of her to assist me in breaking the language barrier near my office while looking for her owner. From this day on we fell into an easy routine of car rides, pig ears, and belly rubs. She needed a name and I dubber her Precious. It was just a week later before I figured out her real name was Princess, and she was a victim of breed bias. Once someone's pet, one they felt compelled to breed for profit, kicked out of her home to the dirt lot across the street from my office to be a junk yard dog. Why? Because they had kids at home and they were worried because she was a pit bull. And so I became her guardian angel and she became the reason I am involved in animal rescue today. Thank you Princess for giving my life meaning and purpose. Thank you nesties for holding my hand every step of the way. It is because of your amazing thoughts and prayers that she is as loved as she is today by all that have met her and her amazing mom L. I love you all very much. Keep up the good fight.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Big news!



Princess my foster baby is coming to stay with us this weekend. I am super duper excited but admittedly anxious. Don't panic L, I'm just a worry wart. Princess hasn't technically seen/played with my dogs in 2+ years. It was just too much to handle when Becks was a baby and I'm a little worried about how they are going to behave or if I am going to have to re create Fort Knox using baby gates and such. See, when I took Princess in the first time we lived in a crazy fortress of double baby gates and buffer zones for weeks on end because I was too chicken to let them interact. Instead I used clicker training coupled with time and patience for them all to acclimate. Even then, it was only when Princess escaped Fort Knox to introduce herself to the dogs did they become a pack of 3. Luckily I do have a friend coming to town (poor her!) so I'm sure she will be helpful even if it is simply refilling my wine glass while I freak the F out!

So, if you have any tips for me on not projecting my crazy nervous energy I am totally open. Thanks peeps!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Rest in peace Walker


Walker passed away today on what should have been his 3rd birthday. He was a friend's foster dog though she had plans on adopting him. He was to be her partner in crime as her marriage is coming to an end. He was going to be chapter one in her new life.

Walker went through 2 homes before landing back at DFW Lab Rescue. How someone could deny him a forever home escapes my thought process. My friend was his foster home, his safe refuge, and I am so glad he knew what it felt like to be truly loved. I had the pleasure of meeting Walker at a rescue event I volunteered to photograph. He was madly in love with him foster mom much to the chagrin of potential suitors that came to meet him.

Last week walker tore his ACL ligament and underwent surgery to repair the injury. While on the strong pain medication and antibiotics required post op, he began throwing up and peeing blood. He went into the vet's office on Monday and was diagnosed as being in acute renal failure. Yesterday morning he was on death's door, but by the afternoon the vet had decided it was not kidney failure but a massive kidney infection. My friend went to spend some time with him and when talking to her last night all seemed like it would be ok and he would pull through. This morning at 8:05 I received an email letting me know he had passed this morning. I am in shock, but mainly I am angry. It is not fair. Walker was supposed to be her fresh start. Walker was supposed to be celebrating his 3rd birthday today. Walker was supposed to finally know what it felt like to be home.

Walker, you were loved.