Trygve, the wonder dog, and I have been hunting most days since the pheasant season opened on October 17. He's 11.5 now so, comparatively speaking, we're about the same age. He's a good eater, never fussy and always ready the for the next meal or a snack. Before bed he gets a snack to accompany a dose of fish oil. Last night sniffed of the snack and walked away, a certain sign that he isn't well. A call to the vet when they opened this morning got an invitation to bring him in a soon as I could; the clinic is in Brookings, fifteen miles away. His temperature was normal but the vet saw clues that something was wrong so did a blood test. The diagnosis: a UTI with elevated blood sugar. The elevated blood sugar may have provoked the UTI by given bacteria something on which to feed. Trygve came home with antibiotics, low sugar dog food and is resting comfortably. While he is very lethargic he's not shown symptoms of distress.
Hunting season ends Sunday and I'd planned one final hunt before that. That hunt will not happen, of course. Leaving town via the west exit to go to Brookings to the vet, I saw two rooster pheasants a block west of town on the shoulder of the road. They find both grit and corn kernels there. Returning to town by the east entrance I spotted three pheasants, two roosters and a hen, in a field close to town. It's both gratifying and amusing to see them so near. The little pond across the road from The Little House has a good stand of cattails on the far edge and I suspect there are pheasants living in them. Perhaps Trygve and I will walk that way someday to explore.
Takk for alt,
Al
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