(This is long-winded so get ready.)
So last night was terrible for me and Connor- he suddenly came down with horrible diarrhea and had to have an explosion every 30 minutes or so, sometimes with no warning at all. I slept in 15 minute intervals downstairs with him... and I'm not sure if he slept a bit.
So first thing this morning I took him to the vet. And the diagnosis is that Connor has a stress disorder.
Doc said the cherry eye might be causing him extra stress so we opted to go ahead and do that surgery today. He is a sad looking case now, but happy to be back home.(Fortunately for him, he only required surgery in one eye, his left eye had cleared up by itself over the past few weeks, but the right one had gotten worse.) Also came to find out the cherry eye issues are caused by a malformation of his third eyelids, so he might have eye problems his whole life. And those problems are made worse by stress, and he is extra prone to stress!!!
It's like a vicious cycle!
Here is what came of this whole thing- Will is pretty worried about keeping him. We did take him in as a "foster" but since I know myself I haven't thought about that part much. I just figured he'd stay with us, or something.
Cause he is such a sweetie. But our household is pretty chaotic, maybe it's all the puppy energy, maybe it will settle down, I don't know. Anyhow I am worried about Connor and his anxiety. He is really really needy, more so than the others but I guess pretty normal for a Dane. He is the kind of dog who you hear about breaking through a window to get to their owner. He has that in him, I can tell.
And he has bonded to me bigtime; me... and not much with Will as it turns out.
So I have a dilemma on my hands. Do I keep him and just help him through it all? Do I find a nice new cozy home for him where there are less dogs and a more easy-going environment? What is the most fair thing for him? Put him up for adoption? or keep him with me, a person who he clearly trusts?Â
I am so confused for him right now. He is such a sweet, unruly, innocent, no-manners baby boy, and I love him.
Advice? I can't seem to think straight, you know, emotions getting in the way.