Some weeks ago we got Ayla, an Anatolian Shepherd puppy. Her breeder had her vaccinated at six weeks. We had her vaccinated at nine weeks, a week after we got her, then at twelve weeks, and finally at sixteen weeks.
Sunday last week, the day after her last vaccinations, she was lethargic. Not much to worry about; it happens sometimes. Monday she was still pretty flat, then late that night she had diarrhea and a few hours later she vomited – classic signs of parvo. As an ex-vet tech, DesertRoomie knew what to do. She kept Ayla as hydrated as possible on Pedialyte until we could get her to a vet on Tuesday evening. There she did test positive for parvo, right off the scale. Now, for those who don’t know, without intervention, parvo in a puppy that young is about 95% fatal if there’s no intervention.
Standard protocol called for IVs and an overnight stay, $1,000 or more. Instead, with the vet’s blessing we got kits for subcutaneous injection, three liters worth, which can be done at home. That night and the next morning before she left for work at ten, DR got one liter into her and left a note for when I got home at about two to let her out of the crate we were keeping her in and outside if she wanted it. Ayla was alert enough but was happy right where she was, so I just left the crate door open and let her be. She hadn’t absorbed the 300ml or so of fluid she’d gotten that morning, which was a good sign – she was less dehydrated than we thought.
DR got home a few hours later and I heated up dinner, a couple calzones from CostCo. A few minutes after we started eating them, Ayla strolls in from the bathroom where the crate was, sits in front of DR and gives out an imperious bark. We look at each other then at her. “I think she wants your calzone.” DR gave her the tiniest bit of crust. She snapped it up, wagged her tail, and demanded more. She still hadn’t absorbed the fluid from that morning (some eleven hours later) so we prepared some rice gruel, mixed a tablespoon of canned dogfood in to make it savory, and watched her snarf it down in less than two minutes.
Wednesday it was more of the same, with a larger amount of dog food mixed in. Thursday we went back to the vet for another exam. “This is a littermate, right?” he joked. “This can’t be the same puppy I saw on Monday.” By Sunday we had her back on her regular puppy chow. Yesterday Ayla was back again for another parvo snap test; completely clear, not a trace left. (We had been worried she might wind up a carrier)
Now, it might be that with the three parvo vaccinations (among others) earlier she’d already developed some antibodies against the virus, though not enough to fend off an attack all together. I think, though, we just got a dog with 18 CON.