Monty is our most recent rescue. He is a Dalmation mix (possibly mixed with Jack Russell terrier – heavy sigh) and a real handful.
He had been with us for about a year and had been keeping the whole household busy with his boisterous activity.
My other dogs, Rommy who is a German Shepherd and Roscoe who is a German Shepherd mix, are extremely dog friendly but were losing patience with Monty as was I. (We would never let him go we were just finding his personality a bit of a trial.)
Rommy and Roscoe understood each other and I understood them as German Shepherds. None of us understood Monty, he was out of our realm. We loved him, well I loved him, Rommy and Roscoe tolerated him because they love me.
Roscoe had not been feeling well for awhile and was getting worse. He had been to the emergency vet and his regular vet three times in one week with weird symptoms. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him and blood tests were inconclusive.
I was really worried about him. That night I woke up and checked on him at least every hour. I checked on him around 6am and he seemed alert and okay, this made me feel a little better about him and I was able to fall sound asleep.
An hour later at about 7am Monty, who was sleeping with me on the bed, suddenly jumped up and started barking. He leapt off the bed and ran down the hall. I was so sound asleep, if Monty hadn’t woke me up I wouldn’t have woke up to check on Roscoe that hour……
Monty had gone directly to Roscoe and was obviously destressed and worried about him. Roscoe was unconscious and unresponsive. I somehow I picked Roscoe up (90 pounds of limp dog) and carried him to my car – then racing him back to the emergency vet.
A different vet was on duty. She took one look at Roscoe and said: “I’ve seen this before I know whats wrong with him, we don’t have time for the results of the blood test I need to give him a shot now or he won’t make it!”
He got the shot and he was soon regaining consciousness. The vet told me that if I hadn’t brought him in when I did he would not have survived.
Roscoe has a disease called Addison’s which is hard to diagnose in dogs (people get this disease also) but it is realatively easy to control once you have the diagnosis and figure a treatment plan.
Roscoe has made a full recovery. Amazing things are happening, he is much more confident and his fur is truly annoying (before thin and sickly now has a really thick coat of fur and sheds like a healthy German Shepherd double heavy sigh).
Monty still creates great havoc in our house, his favorite target is Roscoe.
When Monty is up to his “special” antics I remind Roscoe who is usually his “special” target that Monty did save his life.
Roscoe lets out a triple heavy sigh and in the true noble German Shepherd fashion moves on with his journey.