Has anyone had a dog that got what's called "kennel cough"? My vet can't seem to squeeze him in till after the weekend and the old guy is hacking like he smokes 3 packs a day. Any home remedies. Thanks for all good replies.
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waterdawg..
my dog got it once from being at a kennel with a bunch of other dogs.. got him some meds from the vet. i realize you cant get him into the vet so, i called a friend of mine.. she used to be a vet technician..
she said to try some childrens cough syrup in a childs dosage.. she also said, kennel cough is like a cold, it has to run its course.. the vet will give him something to help the cough but, basically, like a cold, there isnt a cure. it will just run its course..
my dog got it once from being at a kennel with a bunch of other dogs.. got him some meds from the vet. i realize you cant get him into the vet so, i called a friend of mine.. she used to be a vet technician..
she said to try some childrens cough syrup in a childs dosage.. she also said, kennel cough is like a cold, it has to run its course.. the vet will give him something to help the cough but, basically, like a cold, there isnt a cure. it will just run its course..
My wife, who is an RN and not a vet, said that if it truly is "kennel cough" your dog will need an antibiotic to get rid of it. Keep a close eye on him or her. I wouldn't hesitate to get my vet out of bed if I thought one of my dogs had a serious issue so if it seems that bad, call him again or go else where. Sorry we couldn't be more help. Good luck to you and your dog.
There you have it. I hope your pooch feels beeter. Let us know.
3 drops of h2o2 in his water and a bit of honey to hide the taste
hows the pup doing???
That was some great advice earlier in the thread my friend !
Good to have users like you around !
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Good to have users like you around !
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yeah I hope it all works out.
He is doing pretty good today. the cough syrup worked. Thanks for that. He is an 11 year old Shorthair pointer named Hunter.Best damn dog I've ever owned. Just like a kid when they get sick. You worry about them.
glad to hear hes feeling better.. take him in on monday to get him looked at so it doesnt turn into a secondary infection..
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Looks like the dog is better LOL
It's funny how you get attached to dogs. I bought a boxer pup in June, awesome dog with a great personality.Looks like the dog is better LOL
We were graced with a female Reverse Brindle Boxer from forum user WestMont on here. On the 26th she will be a year old. PM'd him the other day that she is the best dog we have ever had ! Her name is Tinker and is with me at the shop during the day.
Watch the Boxer special on Animal Planet sometime.
That's awesome Gimpster, We named our dog Tater. Holy crap they grow like weeds, we have a blue heeler too and he just towers that dog, not to mention torments her all day until we get home from work!!!!
Not any current pictures, here is a mugshot of 'Tinker' from around 3 months ago wearing her shock collar (LOL, too much heart to set the shock over #3 setting but she learned quick !)
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And around the same time, laying under the counter at my shop with a coffee stir straw in her mouth. She was possesed with this same straw all day. She is way bigger now. My Miniature Schnauzer can easily walk under her.
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Kinda sappy, but I don't care when it comes to dogs. Got it in an email from my Mom, and it's 100% true. Hadn't seen my pup in 9 months, got home and he was the biggest baby for 3 days while I was there. He pouted for two days after I left...Mom said he wouldn't eat ANYTHING.
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: What I Learned From the Dog
One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.
~Elizabeth Aston
Years ago, I owned the very best dog in the world.
I was a child when we got her. She was a graceful brown hound, a foundling who taught me that our pets are not purchased, but ordained.
She romped when I did and knew how to smile in that funny way that only some dogs have. She grew up with me, always there when I needed her. My grown hand still remembers the sleek bump on the top of her head and that gentle divot just past her nose that fit my index finger just perfectly.
She passed away during one of my college vacations. My heart broke then, and I knew that there would never be another dog like her, and there hasn't been. I was sure that I could never love another dog as much as I'd loved her.
Fortunately, I was wrong about that part.
My next dog came into my life when I was married. My husband traveled for a living, and I was often lonely. This dog grew into a lumbering Wolfhound and Sheepdog mix who taught me patience. He was a large, grizzled sentry, that dog. He rarely left my side until the children were born, and then he became their guardian, too. I can still feel that swirl of fur along his back and the weight of his chin when it rested in my lap.
When he passed away, my heart broke. As much as I had loved that childhood dog, I had been wrong. This was the very best dog in the world. There would never be another dog like him, and there hasn't been. I was sure I would never love another dog as much as I'd loved him.
I was wrong again.
We got the next one, a loping black Lab-and-Terrier mix, when the children were little. He taught me the importance of adapting. He was everyone's dog from the beginning, and that was just as it should be. When he played tug of war with the children, he dragged them across the kitchen floor as they shrieked with laughter. He always seemed to sleep in the room of the child who needed his company the most.
These days his face is expressively gray, and he spends more time with me since the almost-grown children aren't around so much. The other day my oldest, home from college, played tug of war. We all laughed--just a little--as the dog was gently pulled across the kitchen floor.
He is, of course, the very best dog in the world. I will never forget that exquisitely soft tuft of fur behind his ears or the tickly feel when he nuzzles. There won't be another dog like him.
And that's okay, because we will never be at this point in our lives again.
Sometimes I've wondered why two species that get along so well should have such different life spans. It just doesn't seem right. And then I wonder if that's part of the lesson: To teach us that love itself has a spirit that returns again and again and never really dies.
It's amazing, in a way, how they bring to our ever-changing lives exactly what it is that we need at the moment. They make room for one another, this family of dogs who has never even met. And they fit--into our families, into our lives, into our memories, and into our hearts--because they always have been and always will be the best dogs in the world.
oh, a pic of the "very best dog in the world" after a 13 mile hunt.
Got it in an email from my Mom, and it's 100% true. Hadn't seen my pup in 9 months, got home and he was the biggest baby for 3 days while I was there. He pouted for two days after I left...Mom said he wouldn't eat ANYTHING. From Chicken Soup for the Soul: What I Learned From the Dog
One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.
~Elizabeth Aston
Years ago, I owned the very best dog in the world.
I was a child when we got her. She was a graceful brown hound, a foundling who taught me that our pets are not purchased, but ordained.
She romped when I did and knew how to smile in that funny way that only some dogs have. She grew up with me, always there when I needed her. My grown hand still remembers the sleek bump on the top of her head and that gentle divot just past her nose that fit my index finger just perfectly.
She passed away during one of my college vacations. My heart broke then, and I knew that there would never be another dog like her, and there hasn't been. I was sure that I could never love another dog as much as I'd loved her.
Fortunately, I was wrong about that part.
My next dog came into my life when I was married. My husband traveled for a living, and I was often lonely. This dog grew into a lumbering Wolfhound and Sheepdog mix who taught me patience. He was a large, grizzled sentry, that dog. He rarely left my side until the children were born, and then he became their guardian, too. I can still feel that swirl of fur along his back and the weight of his chin when it rested in my lap.
When he passed away, my heart broke. As much as I had loved that childhood dog, I had been wrong. This was the very best dog in the world. There would never be another dog like him, and there hasn't been. I was sure I would never love another dog as much as I'd loved him.
I was wrong again.
We got the next one, a loping black Lab-and-Terrier mix, when the children were little. He taught me the importance of adapting. He was everyone's dog from the beginning, and that was just as it should be. When he played tug of war with the children, he dragged them across the kitchen floor as they shrieked with laughter. He always seemed to sleep in the room of the child who needed his company the most.
These days his face is expressively gray, and he spends more time with me since the almost-grown children aren't around so much. The other day my oldest, home from college, played tug of war. We all laughed--just a little--as the dog was gently pulled across the kitchen floor.
He is, of course, the very best dog in the world. I will never forget that exquisitely soft tuft of fur behind his ears or the tickly feel when he nuzzles. There won't be another dog like him.
And that's okay, because we will never be at this point in our lives again.
Sometimes I've wondered why two species that get along so well should have such different life spans. It just doesn't seem right. And then I wonder if that's part of the lesson: To teach us that love itself has a spirit that returns again and again and never really dies.
It's amazing, in a way, how they bring to our ever-changing lives exactly what it is that we need at the moment. They make room for one another, this family of dogs who has never even met. And they fit--into our families, into our lives, into our memories, and into our hearts--because they always have been and always will be the best dogs in the world.
oh, a pic of the "very best dog in the world" after a 13 mile hunt.
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