July 23rd, 2016 “Irish Wolfhound in Distress”
“Sean was a young, neutered male, Irish Wolfhound—if you know the breed, he was a big boy; probably 36” tall (or better) at the shoulders, and weighed upwards of 150#. 20 minutes ago he was resting peacefully while his owners ate dinner . . . suddenly he was standing by the table, panting and frantic. The young couple owners (Tom and Patty) , called me at the veterinary hospital in Brookline, MA, pretty frantic themselves. It was about 8 pm, I was alone in the treatment room, and advised them to head right over.
He was a big, gangly, sweet dog—but obviously “not right”