Meet Scoobie. My dad surprised me this past weekend with a visit to the humane society after losing my old girl. We adopted the little guy above. He had been found as a stray, and adopted out once before, but returned because he was "too hyper". He is about six years old. They told us he is an American Eskimo/husky.
He had his first vet visit Monday. Blood work was done, and urine and fecal tested. His urine showed protein in the urine. His kidneys are showing stage 2 kidney problems. My vet ran another $300 worth of test today to try and pinpoint what is wrong with my family's dog.
Scoobie has not eaten since we brought him home. My vet said to feed him whatever he will eat until we find out what is going on. If he drinks too fast he throws up everything he ate prior.
I contacted the humane society and told them what was going on. I'm not sure if they can help us in any way. We really wanted to rescue a dog, but never thought a rescued dog would be so sick in less then a week of having him. He had been seen by two vets prior, but neither had picked up issues my vet found within days of adoption.
He also has a fist sized fatty tumor we knew about before adoption. And his teeth are bad. But first we have to get him healthy and eating again before tackling those issues.
I was heartbroken to learn he was so sick, after just losing my girl to cancer.
I have had several people tell me and my family "you can take him back".
I couldn't live with myself if we gave up on this guy. They seemed shocked when I say that isn't an option. We adopted him, and he is now part of the family.
He is currently curled up at my feet, in my bed, sleeping. He has been sleeping there since his first night home. He thinks he owns my bed.
I also call him: Scooby-doo, and Scoobs.
He is a love bug.