OK, back from the vet with all sorted for Señor Carboncito.
First of all, veterinary experiences in various countries are always diverse and never boring. I've been to Italian vets about five times now and the logistics are pretty much always the same. There is a waiting room which is completely unattended. There is a either a closed sliding glass reception window that never opens or there is simply a door leading to the rest of the practice.
You enter with your dog, sit down and wait. You don't tell anyone you are there because there is no one to tell. You need to remember who was there when you arrived and who arrives after you so that you don't get line jumped. The door to the rest of the practice will periodically open and a dog may run out with his owner. Then another dog may go in from the waiting room. Or not. Maybe it's lunch time, or the vet is doing something else. Eventually you will get in, but the wait passes with no indication that anyone knows you are even there, which makes it seem much longer than the actual passage of time.
True to form, that's precisely what happened today. I was a bit worried we wouldn't get in at all as we arrived only 30 minutes before the afternoon close from 12:30-16:30, so I figured there was a very good chance that the vet would just ignore the fact that we were even in the waiting room.
However, I was pleasantly surprised when Carbon and I got called in. The vet was young and super friendly with Carbon. I had no problem describing the issue (or the worms) but was embarrassed that I'd not brought a poo sample or even taken a photo. I think my brain is a little fried lately!
Because I had no sample or photo, Carbon got a finger up his posterior so that the vet could test a sample. That was kind of surprise to both of us - the actual timing of the finger that is - and Carbon's hard-as-rocks head collided with my eye socket in what will surely produce a bit of a colourful shiner. Carbon would say it's only fair that I share his pain.
Two seconds after the finger invasion, however, it was all happy waggy tails again. So much so, I really had to hold him on the exam table to make sure he didn't fall off. The vet came back into the exam room and told me that it would be 10 minutes before the test was ready, so to take Carbon out and try to get him to poo again. If he did, I wasn't to pick it up but to come get him immediately as he wanted to see it fresh. Ew.
Carbon DID have a very nice poo and OF COURSE this time it had not a single worm in it, where the one he'd had not two hours prior probably had THIRTY of the nasty creatures. The vet came out and immediately said, "WHAT DID HE LAST EAT??"
"Um, cauliflower, fish, a banana and an egg..."
To his credit, the vet didn't roll his eyes at all, but just shrugged and said, "OK, makes sense then."
He didn't scold me for feeding fresh - I LIKE him!
By that time, the test was completed and mystery was solved. Carbon has "Ancilostomi" worms. The vet thinks he likely picked them up in a forest environment from licking his paw or they entered through the cut on his foot. Ew.
It's not effected his health at all - no coughing, lethargy, loss of appetite - so he'll be fine. He just needs Drontal tablets today and tomorrow with a repeat in two weeks and four weeks. The worst is probably that the vet told me to bathe him after each dose of medication. THAT will be fun.
I'm very glad I decided to take him in and we're getting all sorted early before any other bad effects on Carbon. He had pretty good timing, too. It's a rainy old day anyway and I got to practice my Italian on a cute veterinarian.
Perchè no?
