Nice thread, see me being oliver twist

your posts say a lot about you,dogs,your passion and you profession.Good job,where in ibadan do u reside

dogchronicles #day8

Where do I start with Max? Sometimes last year, I was introduced to a very aggressive boerboel called Max. He had a small growth on his left hindlimb that his human was uncomfortable with. The growth was surgically removed. The surgery was successful and Max stayed with us for a couple more weeks for post operative care.

Max was recovering beautifully (or so we thought) and eating voraciously.
We assured his human that he would be ready to go home in a couple of days. Alas! it was not to be.
One afternoon, as I was checking the surgery site, I ran my hands over his body and to my utmost amazement I discovered several lumps of varying sizes all across his body-from his dorsum(back) to his head. I was alarmed!

Quickly, I informed my boss who in turn informed Max's human and with his permission we immediately initiated chemotherapy. You see, the growth was actually a form of malignant cancer and we could only hope and pray that Max will survive.

Max's human is one of the best clients I have had the pleasure of working with. His love for Max is unparallelled and commendable. He kept pleading with us to try our best because Max meant so much to him. We reasurred him while letting him know Max's prognosis were guarded.

What surpised me the most I must say was Max's appetite. I honestly believe his voracious appetite went a long way in his healing process. My Goodness! Max could eat for Africa! I have honestly never seen any dog eat as much as Max does.

Days turned into weeks; weeks into months and "the 'Lion' became a 'goat' ". That was the slang we coined for an aggressive dog that became docile after staying with us for a while. Finally, Max was ready to go home. The day I called Max's human to tell him that Max could be discharged was one of my most rewarding days in veterinary practice.

#dogchronicles #day9

One September evening, I came home from work to hear a funny sound outside my apartment. I listened for a bit then decided to go investigate.On opening my door, I looked surreptitiously to the right then left before my gaze landed on the object of the commotion. A puppy. A mongrel.

Bewildered as to how the puppy got to be there, I asked my neighbours and they had no clue as well. Seeing that the puppy was obviously cold I took it, examined quickly and brought her( the puppy was female ) onto my balcony.She seemed to be in good condition save the cold and hunger. Improvising, I laid a cereal box on the floor so she wouldn't get cold and went to get her something to eat.I decided to name her Gigi.

By the time I brought her food, Gigi was gone. I was slightly alarmed.I quickly checked around and found her in a little corner just outside my place (where I found her initially).I carried her back to the niche I had created for her, gave her milk with a little glucose and kibble (dry dog food).The way she lapped up the milk confirmed my assumptions.She sniffed the kibble but didn't eat it. After two servings of milk, I gave her water.One taste had her turning up her nose at it. I laughed. I understood her reaction, it wasn't as sweet as the milk.I covered her up when she fell asleep and went inside to attend to other matters.

After a while, I checked up on her and this time taught her to eat the kibble because I guessed she was probably still hungry.I gave her one bit at a time; the moment she got a hang of it, she almost finished the bowl I gave her in minutes.

The next day, I asked around again but nobody knew Gigi's human or if she was a stray.So I kept her and fed her again. She peed on my balcony and I was thinking that I had to train her when my landlord and his wife happened to pass by.They asked about her and I explained how I discovered her.The moment they found out Gigi was female, they took sticks, chased her off all the while shouting and praying that whatever evil intentions Gigi had would be foiled. My landlord belongs to a tribe in Nigeria called the Ikweres. You see the Ikweres abhor bitches. To this day I wonder what became of my Gigi.

#dogchronicles #day10

One sunny day in November, I received a call from my boss asking me to go treat some dogs for a client I wasn't familiar with.

On getting there I was introduced to one of the dogs-Scout, one of the most aggressive Caucasians I have ever met. With the help of his handler, I was able to deworm and vaccinate him. I discovered though that as a result of his extreme aggression, his fur was overgrown and heavily matted (it was a chore to take him to the vet as only the handler could get close to him). I suggested to his human to have him groomed, she was ok with my suggestion, if I could figure out a way to take him to the clinic.

A few days later, I arrived at Scout's domain to get him to the clinic. I had to sedate him first which was an ordeal in itself. His fur was so thick, I wasn't sure the entire sedative got into his system and that was my biggest fear. I chose to trust my guts though and we waited. Thankfully, in 15minutes he was tranquilized. Hurriedly, we bundled him into the car and off we went to the clinic.

At the clinic we set to work immediately, snipping off, cutting and shaving. His fur was so badly matted that we had to shave off everything. At a point, Scout began to rouse, so I gave him another shot of sedatives and we continued. That was the last shot I could give him as any more would have been an overdose. So we had to make quick work of the grooming.

By the time we got to his head, we had spent 3hours. By then, I was the only one left, my colleague and the vet tech had to go attend to another dog. I had to remove the muzzle so as to get a clean cut of his face and muzzle, I was snipping away happily and didnt realize dear Scout was awake, the next thing I heard was a growl and snap of the jaws. Thank God for quick reflexes!!! I jumped away and called for help. Dear Scout was awake and angry,ready for us! Fortunately, the tranquilizers hadnt worn off completely so he wasn't back to his full strength. We got him down from the table, took him outside and that marked the end of Scout's grooming. Thankfully 99% of the fur was off.

Scout was so angry at being conquered that after that day I became Scout's sworn enemy.

nice one

more please...*making puppy eyes*

is there no other way except shaving the whole fur?

drgbaks:
#dogchronicles #day10

One sunny day in November, I received a call from my boss asking me to go treat some dogs for a client I wasn't familiar with.

On getting there I was introduced to one of the dogs-Scout, one of the most aggressive Caucasians I have ever met. With the help of his handler, I was able to deworm and vaccinate him. I discovered though that as a result of his extreme aggression, his fur was overgrown and heavily matted (it was a chore to take him to the vet as only the handler could get close to him). I suggested to his human to have him groomed, she was ok with my suggestion, if I could figure out a way to take him to the clinic.

A few days later, I arrived at Scout's domain to get him to the clinic. I had to sedate him first which was an ordeal in itself. His fur was so thick, I wasn't sure the entire sedative got into his system and that was my biggest fear. I chose to trust my guts though and we waited. Thankfully, in 15minutes he was tranquilized. Hurriedly, we bundled him into the car and off we went to the clinic.

At the clinic we set to work immediately, snipping off, cutting and shaving. His fur was so badly matted that we had to shave off everything. At a point, Scout began to rouse, so I gave him another shot of sedatives and we continued. That was the last shot I could give him as any more would have been an overdose. So we had to make quick work of the grooming.

By the time we got to his head, we had spent 3hours. By then, I was the only one left, my colleague and the vet tech had to go attend to another dog. I had to remove the muzzle so as to get a clean cut of his face and muzzle, I was snipping away happily and didnt realize dear Scout was awake, the next thing I heard was a growl and snap of the jaws. Thank God for quick reflexes!!! I jumped away and called for help. Dear Scout was awake and angry,ready for us! Fortunately, the tranquilizers hadnt worn off completely so he wasn't back to his full strength. We got him down from the table, took him outside and that marked the end of Scout's grooming. Thankfully 99% of the fur was off.

Scout was so angry at being conquered that after that day I became Scout's sworn enemy.

Haha you gave scout Molo(gorimakpa) nyc thread i'm really enjoying it

uchpanila:
is there no other way except shaving the whole fur?

His fur was matted to his skin in most places. Shaving off most and leaving the rest would have left Scout looking funny and shown unprofessionalism on our part.
His fur grew back in less than 2 months.

drgbaks:


His fur was matted to his skin in most places. Shaving off most and leaving the rest would have left Scout looking funny and shown unprofessionalism on our part.
His fur grew back in less than 2 months.

so how did you do that, with a scissors, clippers or razor blade?

barcaboi

uchpanila:
barcaboi

ar ur service

Dr. Bakare right? If you are, we attended ISI. Lovely job you are doing here. Thumbs up.

Benbobola:
Dr. Bakare right? If you are, we attended ISI. Lovely job you are doing here. Thumbs up.

Yup! That's me! Thanks a lot.

#dogchronicles #day11

"Dr. Bakare, good morning, please can I see Petra?" Those dreaded words changed my morning.

Petra's human was a first time dog owner. She bought the puppy without even knowing it's breed let alone how to take care of her. What she lacked in knowledge though she more than made up for in zeal and love.

So when she came to us with a 6-week old puppy (whom she named Petra) we spent a great deal of time educating and explaining dog care to her. Her love and devotion to Petra was admirable and many times before we reminded her of vaccinations and deworming appointments she would have brought Petra to the clinic.

It was therefore an unhappy day when she brought Petra to the clinic with complaints of diarrhoea. Based on Petra's age and the fact that her DHLPP vaccinations weren't completed we were immediately wary and tested for Parvovirus (a fatal viral disease seen most often in young and unvaccinated puppies). Fortunately and to our utmost joy, she tested negative. We initiated supportive therapy while awaiting results of other tests.
Two mornings later I arrived at the clinc to discover that we had lost Petra during the night. I was extremely sad. As I was about to call Petra's human to update her about her puppy, she arrived. I must admit that moment is still one of my worst moments in veterinary practice.

She asked to see Petra and I gave her the grave news. I was not prepared for what happened next. She started wailing hystericaly and screaming, "No, no, no, not my Petra!" I tried to console her but she was inconsolable. "Petra how can you do this to me?" she lamented.

After a few minutes she asked to see Petra and I obliged her. On sighting Petra, she collapsed, weeping profusely. Her wails were so loud that our neighbours ran into the clinic alarmed. I have never seen a client mourn the loss of her dog like she did that day. We consoled her till her wails became sobs.
Much later she gave me a call and asked me to kindly send her pictures of Petra that I had taken previously. I was so glad to and I did.

Petra's human might not have known much about dogs but one thing was certain, Petra was loved.

drgbaks:
#dogchronicles #day11

"Dr. Bakare, good morning, please can I see Petra?" Those dreaded words changed my morning.

Petra's human was a first time dog owner. She bought the puppy without even knowing it's breed let alone how to take care of her. What she lacked in knowledge though she more than made up for in zeal and love.

So when she came to us with a 6-week old puppy (whom she named Petra) we spent a great deal of time educating and explaining dog care to her. Her love and devotion to Petra was admirable and many times before we reminded her of vaccinations and deworming appointments she would have brought Petra to the clinic.

It was therefore an unhappy day when she brought Petra to the clinic with complaints of diarrhoea. Based on Petra's age and the fact that her DHLPP vaccinations weren't completed we were immediately wary and tested for Parvovirus (a fatal viral disease seen most often in young and unvaccinated puppies). Fortunately and to our utmost joy, she tested negative. We initiated supportive therapy while awaiting results of other tests.
Two mornings later I arrived at the clinc to discover that we had lost Petra during the night. I was extremely sad. As I was about to call Petra's human to update her about her puppy, she arrived. I must admit that moment is still one of my worst moments in veterinary practice.

She asked to see Petra and I gave her the grave news. I was not prepared for what happened next. She started wailing hystericaly and screaming, "No, no, no, not my Petra!" I tried to console her but she was inconsolable. "Petra how can you do this to me?" she lamented.

After a few minutes she asked to see Petra and I obliged her. On sighting Petra, she collapsed, weeping profusely. Her wails were so loud that our neighbours ran into the clinic alarmed. I have never seen a client mourn the loss of her dog like she did that day. We consoled her till her wails became sobs.
Much later she gave me a call and asked me to kindly send her pictures of Petra that I had taken previously. I was so glad to and I did.

Petra's human might not have known much about dogs but one thing was certain, Petra was loved.

awwn, so sad

drgbaks:
#dogchronicles #day7

I met Cooper- an adult Lhasa Apso during my service year. I remember that the first thing my pastor said when he learnt that I was a veterinarian was "I have a dog and I will like for you to come check him out". To which I replied, "No problem sir".

So on the appointed day, I arrived at my pastor's house and was greeted by this bundle of joy called Cooper. Quick and agile, that Cooper. I quickly scooped him up and cuddled him. While trying to play with him I raised my hand to pat his head and he snarled suddenly. Quickly I retrieved my hand but it was too late. Cooper was angry. He jumped off my legs and continued snarling wanting to bite me. Just like that. His mood had changed. I had never seen such a thing before. From cuddly furry to angry furry in a moment. Amazing!
The maid (his major caretaker) tried and succeded in calming him down. Thank God. Though he ran and stayed under the car till I left.

The next time I paid Cooper a visit was to groom him. He was his usual bubbly, kissing self, trying to lick my lips and chin. While grooming, I inadvertently raised my hand over his head and zap, he almost bit off my fingers. Thankfully, I was fast and quickly calmed him down.
I realized then that he had a thing with his head very similar to some Nigerians. His head was a no-go area and I learnt to avoid it like the plague.

I also learnt during this visit that Cooper was a one-dog; one-food kind of dog. What do i mean? For the first time in my life, I saw someone throw a piece of meat at a healthy dog and the dog didn't even sniff it let alone eat it. Wow! Interesting, I thought. That's when his handler informed me that he only ever eats Golden Morn. How so? They had tried all other kinds of dog food to no avail. So they stopped and stuck to the Golden Morn he obviously always enjoyed.

Although I never saw Cooper again after my service year, sometimes I wonder why he was so averse to head patting. I could only conclude that he must have had a bad experience.

The dog looks like Golden Morn.

That gigi got me tearing up real bad!


Am sure that dog was meant for you, it came to you for mysterious but good reasons..... What your landlords did was totally ignorant and inhumane...


All in all, doctor I hail you and encourage you to keep up the good work.... I can count how many passionate vets we have in this country that if not for you I would've said null!

drgbaks:
#dogchronicles #day6

Sometime in 2015, a regular client of ours asked us to help him select a puppy from a breeder. The 2 dogs presented to us were Caucasian-Mix breed. My boss and I had a look at both dogs and selected one.

Afterwards, I called our client to ask what he would like to name his new pup so I could register him appropriately. I was not prepared for his reply. He said, "No, no, no, I don't name my dogs." What? "Sir, a dog has to have a name," I told him. "They are social creatures, they need a form of identification". I then proceeded to inform him that I was going to name the puppy and he told me that he didn't care either ways. I named him DON.

Don came for his routine vaccinations and deworming as at when due and we bonded.Some months down the line, Don's human asked me to go to his house(home service) to routinely deworm his dogs. When I got there, his gatekeeper asked me to wait outside while he went to lock up the dogs in their kennels. I tried to tell him it wasn't necessary as I knew the dogs but he insisted saying that their most aggressive dog was outside as well and once the said dog saw me, he would pounce.The client's teenage children also corroborated the story begging me to stay outside for my own good. So i stayed.Finally, I was asked to come in. I did and started treating the dogs.

The dogs having sensed that someone had come in started barking ferociously.Then out of the blues, a dog started running towards me. The kids screamed. It was the most aggressive dog. They themselves were scared of him and had taken to their heels when they noticed him running. Apparently, he had let himself loose and was bouncing towards me-the supposed stranger. I noticed him too late as I was busy treating another dog when he escaped from his kennel. I turned when I heard the maguard screaming, "Don, Don, Don!". Don? He was so big I hadn't recognized him. But it was too late then, he was so close. Thinking quickly, I stood still and when he got to me, he stopped.He sniffed my hand and looked up at me.I took the opportunity and tentatively patted his head and as he leaned into my hand, he calmed down. Everyone was amazed. Don had remembered me.

hehe don't lie u were scared when he was running towards u

Drgbaks pls keep us updated I'm bookmarking this page

buharisbae:


hehe don't lie u were scared when he was running towards u

Not really. It happened too fast for my fear reflexes to kick in. Though a couple of times in my veterinary career, I've had close shaves that were frightening.

K9blunt:
That gigi got me tearing up real bad!


Am sure that dog was meant for you, it came to you for mysterious but good reasons..... What your landlords did was totally ignorant and inhumane...


All in all, doctor I hail you and encourage you to keep up the good work.... I can count how many passionate vets we have in this country that if not for you I would've said null!

Thank you. I believe though that there are a number of passionate vets in Nigeria. I am just one out of many.

drgbaks:


Not really. It happened too fast for my fear reflexes to kick in. Though a couple of times in my veterinary career, I've had close shaves that were frightening.

.Please Dr, can you assist or advise me regarding this problem.

I have these 2 dogs that were recently breed. Everything seemed fine until 3 weeks into breeding.
1. One lost appetite and won't eat anything. After a day of not eating, I said maybe its normal, next day passed the same thing. I got worried and tried force feeding, it threw up anything that I forced her to eat. She looked pale and weak. I rushed to the vet and after 2 days of her getting worse there, I went to another vet. At the second vet, she got better (mild), she won't vomit anymore but still won't EAT. Right now, she is active, but won't eat, its like a week now and I ve to force feed her everyday, failure to do that, na trouble I dey find. I ve been to the vet up to 5 times on the case of her not eating and even to doc seems lost on what next to do.

2. The second dog started bleeding from the nose, till now, its like 6 days now and we ve visited the vet 3 times on her case but she isn't improving. Today sef, Vet was like "lemme think of a possible solution and get back to you".

Regards

anochuks08:

.Please Dr, can you assist or advise me regarding this problem.

I have these 2 dogs that were recently breed. Everything seemed fine until 3 weeks into breeding.
1. One lost appetite and won't eat anything. After a day of not eating, I said maybe its normal, next day passed the same thing. I got worried and tried force feeding, it threw up anything that I forced her to eat. She looked pale and weak. I rushed to the vet and after 2 days of her getting worse there, I went to another vet. At the second vet, she got better (mild), she won't vomit anymore but still won't EAT. Right now, she is active, but won't eat, its like a week now and I ve to force feed her everyday, failure to do that, na trouble I dey find. I ve been to the vet up to 5 times on the case of her not eating and even to doc seems lost on what next to do.

2. The second dog started bleeding from the nose, till now, its like 6 days now and we ve visited the vet 3 times on her case but she isn't improving. Today sef, Vet was like "lemme think of a possible solution and get back to you".

Regards

Hello please chat me up on Whatsapp. 07055250210.

drgbaks:


Hello please chat me up on Whatsapp. 07055250210.

Thanks Doc

Finally I have appeared. Orion has officially registered his presence here. I must say, an awesome job you are doing.
Petra, her human owner knows what it feels like to have a second class of species you can identify with apart from the Human species. So unfortunate she lost it. What sex was it? Nice Brindled bb it was, with such charming personality and bubbling outlook.
Now don't ask how I knew it personality, you can tell a lot by look into the eyes of a dog.

drgbaks:
#dogchronicles #day10

One sunny day in November, I received a call from my boss asking me to go treat some dogs for a client I wasn't familiar with.

On getting there I was introduced to one of the dogs-Scout, one of the most aggressive Caucasians I have ever met. With the help of his handler, I was able to deworm and vaccinate him. I discovered though that as a result of his extreme aggression, his fur was overgrown and heavily matted (it was a chore to take him to the vet as only the handler could get close to him). I suggested to his human to have him groomed, she was ok with my suggestion, if I could figure out a way to take him to the clinic.

A few days later, I arrived at Scout's domain to get him to the clinic. I had to sedate him first which was an ordeal in itself. His fur was so thick, I wasn't sure the entire sedative got into his system and that was my biggest fear. I chose to trust my guts though and we waited. Thankfully, in 15minutes he was tranquilized. Hurriedly, we bundled him into the car and off we went to the clinic.

At the clinic we set to work immediately, snipping off, cutting and shaving. His fur was so badly matted that we had to shave off everything. At a point, Scout began to rouse, so I gave him another shot of sedatives and we continued. That was the last shot I could give him as any more would have been an overdose. So we had to make quick work of the grooming.

By the time we got to his head, we had spent 3hours. By then, I was the only one left, my colleague and the vet tech had to go attend to another dog. I had to remove the muzzle so as to get a clean cut of his face and muzzle, I was snipping away happily and didnt realize dear Scout was awake, the next thing I heard was a growl and snap of the jaws. Thank God for quick reflexes!!! I jumped away and called for help. Dear Scout was awake and angry,ready for us! Fortunately, the tranquilizers hadnt worn off completely so he wasn't back to his full strength. We got him down from the table, took him outside and that marked the end of Scout's grooming. Thankfully 99% of the fur was off.

Scout was so angry at being conquered that after that day I became Scout's sworn enemy.

if not for the write up, one would easily mistake scoot for a Mutt after the shaving. Coats certainly add appeal to canines, just as clothes to humans. No wonder people will always love the hairy big,big dogs.

It's been ages! Sorry guys. I'm back now.

Dog Chronicles will continue next week by God's grace.

I apologize to everyone that tried to reach me and couldn't. My new whatsapp number is 08185349555. The other number is no longer valid.

Till next week guys.
Enjoy the weekend.
Cheers!

drgbaks:
It's been ages! Sorry guys. I'm back now.

Dog Chronicles will continue next week by God's grace.

I apologize to everyone that tried to reach me and couldn't. My new whatsapp number is 08185349555. The other number is no longer valid.

Till next week guys.
Enjoy the weekend.
Cheers!

welcome back Miss u

festaclanre:
welcome back Miss u

welcome back ma'am