Carb
Stress Test
I
first read about using carbs and sugar to prevent shock/stress in people
in a Dick Francis novel. It intrigued me, but then, a lot of what he
says intrigues me. No big deal.
Then
one day I had a shelter volunteer bring me a maimed Border collie. From
what I could find out, the former owner had gotten drunk and chased
the dog around with a knife. Long story short, this little gal had her
leg sliced so deeply that the tendon was severed. The guy dumped her
at the shelter, where they got the bleeding stopped but did no other
vet care on her.
At
this point, the lady from the shelter called me, and I agreed to take
the dog. She put the BC immediately in her car and drove five hours
to get her to me.
They
arrived and the BC was doing pretty well, considering all she'd been
through. I took the dog down to my basement and put her in a vari-kennel
so she could have some intense peace and quiet. Then I went to the kitchen
to call my orthopedic surgeon for an emergency appointment. When I got
off the phone, the lady from the shelter had disappeared. I looked for
her car in the driveway, and it was still there, and then I checked
the bathroom no one there. I then looked downstairs for her,
and there she was. She had taken the little BC out of her crate and
was holding her and crying hysterically.
I
went into Bold, and it wasn't pleasant. I coldly asked the lady to go
upstairs NOW and wait outside my back door, giving her the same look
I gave Annie while I told Annie to stay exactly where she was. The lady
went upstairs immediately.
As
soon as she left, I checked the BC. The BC had survived a horrible two
days her owner scaring her and hurting her, a large loss of blood,
the shelter environment, the long car ride, and, finally, the woman
she had grown to trust on that long ride was communicating intense fear
and panic. This communication was the final straw for the little BC;
it put her into shock. Her gums went pale, her eyes were rolling back
in her head, and she was deathly cold. SHIT. This was only the second
time I'd seen a dog do this. I'd brought the first one around long enough
to get him to the vet's, but I was sure this one had that much time.
I wrapped her in a blanket, and flashed to the carbs and sugar thing
from Dick Francis. I was desperate and this dog was dying, so there
was nothing to lose and everything to gain from trying it.
I
raced upstairs, trying to figure out what was in my kitchen that she
could swallow. I didn't have any processed sugar in the house, so I
ended up placing small amounts of fructose dissolved in warm water on
her tong, and then giving her little shakes to make her conscious enough
to swallow. Slowly, she came back enough that I could offer her tiny
bits of bread (the only carb I could quickly find). She came all the
way back and was exhausted. I stayed with her until I thought she was
okay, then put her and the blanket back in the crate. Then I went upstairs
to have a little chat with the lady.
I
later did research to check about the carbs and sugars. This research
also led me to use (real) maple syrup as a slow sugar to help severe
starvation cases. But this was all done in 1994, and I can't now recall
what source materials I've used. I've just been using and refining my
techniques of carbs and sugar for stress without bothering to do updated
research.
CARB
STRESS TEST
Put
a carb & sugar treat in one hand (I use a small piece of glazed
donut or a piece of Lorna Doone cookie), and a protein in the other
hand (I use kippered steak or roast beef). Be a post while you offer
the treats simultaneously.
Let
the dog take his time sniffing and choosing. If the dog chooses the
carbs and sugar, he's probably stressed.
For
example, I'd been working for a while with a family and they asked if
I'd pet-sit the dog because he'd developed some issues with his previous
trainer (who had pet-sat the dog since the family had found him).
This
dog was so stressed by separation anxiety, nothing I tried would entice
him out of my van. After several failed attempts, I offered him a piece
of my Sara Lee cheese Danish (my breakfast), and he finally decided
to come out of the van. Unfortunately, it was in small hesitant stages,
so it took all of my breakfast to get him into the house. I guilted
the family into bringing me Danish from Cleveland for years after this!