Friday, November 26, 2021

Archie Update: Going to the Invitational

Archie and I have been working on our agility teamwork and handling these past few months. He is on his way to a MACH--he has 14 of the 20 double Qs required, and more than enough points. We stalled out this summer because I was pushing him too hard. I took a long break from trialing and spent the past couple of months focusing on training.

I'm not sure we will get that MACH. It will be a big accomplishment if we do. There are not many smooth fox terriers with that agility title. 

Our next big adventure is coming up in just a couple of weeks. We are off to Orlando for the AKC Agility Invitational. Going to the Invitational was definitely on my bucket list for Archie. After he advanced to the number 2 position in his breed this summer, I decided this was the year to go. Three years ago he was in the number 11 spot, and last year he was number 5. I didn't go last year but now that I'm vaccinated to the eyeballs and he's moved up so quickly in the rankings, I decided this was the year. He may qualify again in future years but I will only take him once. It's an expensive dog show and it eats up a lot of my paid leave. 

I went to the Invitational with Iz back in 2006. It was in San Diego that year. Boy, things have changed a lot in the past 15 years! For starters, there will be a lot more dogs there. As a result, there are many more rules and organizational fiddly bits that I have to keep track of. It was a big dog show back in 2006, and it's even bigger now in 2021. 

The Invitational is an interesting event. Only the top 5 dogs in each AKC recognized breed who are actively competing in AKC agility are invited. If any of those dogs decline, AKC moves down the list. To qualify for the AKC Agility Nationals, you have to be the best in your height class. Archie jumps 16" so he competes against small border collies and other fast dog breeds. Still, he's quite good and he qualified for Nationals this year (I didn't go). To qualify for the Invitational, you have to be the best in your breed. So "best" is somewhat relative. If there are only three of your breed doing AKC agility, you can be quite shitty at agility and still get an invite to the Invitational. 

As a result, the Invitational can be a mixed bag. You will see Basset Hounds, Elk Hounds, teacup Chihuahuas, Saint Bernards, and all manner of tiny mop dogs who somehow, somehow, still manage to knock down bars that are only 4 inches from the ground. You will see living examples of dogs that you've only seen before in books. And I can assure you, some of these dogs, both breed and individual, should not be doing agility in any form. But they will be there. 

One of the benefits of attending such a ginormous dog show is the vendoring. It should be magnificent! I've got some specialty items on my shopping list already. Bulk bags of freeze-dried lamb lung? Check. Real fur tugs in a thousand different permutations? Check. German steel thinning shears? Check. Hand-made leather collars? Check.

I have an "agility trial packing list" that I print out about a week before each trial we attend. I meticulously cross off each item when it is completed and/or packed into the van. Trim toenails. Take out the trash. Dog bedding for trial crates, car crates, and hotel. Bathe and groom the dog. 

The last bit may seem odd, but Archie stands out. He's got striking markings, and he's an unusual breed. Archie gets noticed. It would not reflect well on me (or his breeder) if I showed up to a trial with a scruffy, dirty terrier. As a result, he gets a bath 4 days before any trial, and is thoroughly groomed from nose to asshole 2 days before any trial. That schedule will have to be adjusted this time since we will be on the road for two days just to get to Orlando.

Lots of planning and packing. Always more training to be done. It's going to be an adventure.


It's Been A While...Time For A Recipe!

The blog post count for the past couple of years has been pretty low. But I'm not ready to toss this baby out with the bathwater, not quite yet.

So today, you get my recipe for Trailer Park Chicken and Dumplings. Or should that be Dumplin's? This is my own variation of a more complicated recipe. Tasty. Cheap. Makes a lot of food.

 

Ingredients

1.5 lb boneless chicken thighs

1 onion

bouillon (I use Better Than Bouillon Roasted Garlic Base)

flour

4-5 carrots

flour 

can of ready-to-bake biscuits (I use Trader Joe's Buttermilk Biscuits)


Instructions

1. Coarsely chop the onion and saute in olive oil until soft. Scrape the onion into a slow cooker.

2. Add 4 cups warm water and 2 Tbsp bouillon. Turn slow cooker to high setting. Sprinkle in 3 Tbsp flour. Whisk gently until smooth. 

3. In the same saucepan, brown the chicken thighs. They don't need to be cooked through, just browned on the outside. Scrape the pan into the slow cooker, including all of that delicious chicken fat. Stir gently.

4. Cook at the high setting for 1 hour.

5. Chop the carrots into rounds. Add to the slow cooker. Add thyme (dried, or fresh leaves finely chopped) and black pepper to taste. If the liquid needs a little more thickening, you can add another tablespoon of flour. Do this carefully to avoid lumps. You won't be able to whisk the lumps out now. Stir, and cook for another 20 minutes.

6. Open the can of biscuits and gently lay the biscuits on top of the liquid in the slow cooker. They will touch each other. Gently press the biscuits down with a spoon until they are submerged/covered. Make sure they aren't sticking to the sides of the slow cooker. Cook for another 20-30 minutes.

7. The canned biscuits will be cooked through and puffed up but will not brown. 

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

I Have Opinions About Some Books

 I haven't owned a TV since I left Saudi Arabia in 2013. I do enjoy the occasional Netflix movie or series which I watch on an iPad, but for the most part, I consume my news and entertainment by reading them, not passively viewing them.

I've always been a reader. The spiffy certificates with the gold seal sticker that they awarded for summer reading contests at the elementary school library were nice but I hardly needed any encouragement.

During vet school, I didn't read much of anything that wasn't directly related to vet med. Now that I'm free to read what I want, you'd think I'd have (virtual) stacks of books lined up, waiting to be read. (I switched to electronic books almost a decade ago.) Sadly, that's not the case. I might spend a couple of hours browsing the local library's online selection to maybe find three or four books that I might want to read. I say "might" because one of the things I've learned over the years is that I am absolutely free to stop reading a book that I don't like. I don't need a good or logical reason. My time is precious and I won't waste it reading a story when I don't care how it ends. 

An author I've avoided for years is Joyce Carol Oates. She is a prolific writer with dozens of novels and other written forms under her name and two pseudonyms. But I find her writing style by turns bloated and dry, and frankly repetitive. Her stories have never sung to me. But I recently got a copy of Blonde, which she wrote in 2000. It's not a straight up biography of Marilyn Monroe but instead an introspective exploration of known, historical events. In Blonde, JCO's prose is more bloated than usual. But that feverish, dream-like prose creates an anguished tone that is the perfect setting for those known, historical events, the tragedy that was Marilyn Monroe, the actress and the person. It's still a slog, JCO will not ever let the reader off easy, but I can't stop reading it. I won't be rushing out to pick up more of her books but I am really enjoying this one. 

In contrast, I was waiting for the release of Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters with considerable anticipation. In fact, I put in a request that the local library acquire it, and they did. I had already read a couple of reviews of the book and heard an interview with the author and I was excited to finally get to read it for myself. And I was so disappointed when I had to stop reading it about one-third of the way through. 

The book is ... not good. It is told in chapters alternating between current events in the book, which are roughly today, and flashbacks to past events. There are two and a half main characters (yeah, that's one of the problems). One is a transwoman, another is a man who was a transwoman and the lesbian lover of the first transwoman who decided to transition back to presenting as a man but who still views himself as a transwoman inside, and the half is a ciswoman with whom the man has an affair and who gets pregnant. There, all clear, right? I actually don't have problems with this. It could be the set up to some great tragicomedy, if we are able to work through only having half a character as one of the main actors.

Prose in the chapters of the book where the the main character is relating stories from her past, about her journey to become who she is now, about her lovers, and her self-love, that prose sparkles and crackles and jumps off the page with wit and pain and love and beauty. Fabulous writing. The stuff the author added to those bits to turn them into a novel? Complete shit. The plot of the novel? Utter shit. So many huge plot holes and clumsy attempts to stitch that crap into one book instead of what this should have been, a collection of short stories. 

 I stopped reading when the half-character, the ciswoman, tells her lover, the former transwoman, that her mother (hang in there, I know it's bad) said she should communally raise the baby with the transwoman, the lover who is a man but still views himself as a transwoman, and herself because babies "need all the moms" when in fact the very backstory of the half-character ciswoman made it clear she was raised in virtual rural isolation (on a mink farm, wtf?) with a barely attentive mother. Where did all this crap about "all the moms" come from? It was so completely out of character for an already barely limned character that I just threw up my hands and said, this is fucking stupid and poorly conceived. I couldn't stand to read another word. 

The author has a lot of promise, and I hope that she gives us a collection of short stories because I would love to read more of that. This ridiculous attempt at a longer narrative? Just stop.


Wednesday, July 07, 2021

How'd I Do?

 The horse gut is an amazing and complex thing. They have a single stomach like us, although it's only partially glandular like ours. The real magic happens in their cecum and very long colons. They have a right ventral colon, a left dorsal colon, and a right dorsal colon, plus a regular colon called the descending colon. Their cecum is an enormous blind sac located between the small intestines and all of these colons. 

Depending on the particular pathologies involved, it can be kind of difficult to identify the various parts of the horse's gut during a necropsy. The best way is to remove the entire digestive tract from stomach down, cut all of the ligaments (thin sheets of tissue that hold it in a particular shape), and stretch it out. 

Yesterday I had a foal who died from not one but two intestinal ruptures. For accuracy in my report, I wanted to figure out exactly what parts were affected. Because everything in the foal's abdomen had been marinating in intestinal contents and bacteria for a couple of days, there was a lot of autolysis (post-mortem changes). And there was necrosis of various parts of his gut associated with ulcers and hemorrhage that preceded the two ruptures. Tissues were delicate and friable. Everything was coated in bits of partially digested feed and greenish, bloody fluid. 

We of course took pictures but those can be hard to interpret, and sometimes the techs don't get those loaded onto the server for a couple of days. After I had extricated his gut and stretched it out, I made a quick sketch, labeled some key bits, and marked the areas of the ruptures. Here's the result:

 

"Colon" is the descending colon, RDC is the right dorsal colon, PF is the pelvic flexure (a distinctive anatomical feature of the horse gut), "base cecum" is where the cecum opens into the right ventral colon, J is jejunum, D is duodenum, and "stom" is the stomach. That bit sticking off the stomach would be the esophagus. The heavy black bars are the two rupture sites.


Compare this to a diagram from one of my vet school textbooks:

 



I think I produced a real masterpiece!

Notice how I positioned the stomach to the right, descending colon to the left, the same way as in the picture. That's because we necropsy ruminants and horses from a left lateral position, meaning their left sides are down on the table. This creates the same right lateral view of the intestines as shown in the picture. I'm pretty sure I would struggle to identify things if I had to look at them from the left aspect. 

Consistency is important when doing necropsies. If we examine tissues in the same order every time, we are much less likely to miss problems.

Wednesday, June 09, 2021

Fun With Fungi

Rain. So much rain. Fungi with amazing colors and textures are popping up all over my property. Here's a sampling. 











Saturday, May 29, 2021

Each One A Puzzle

Every necropsy case is a puzzle. To find the solutions, my colleague and I have considerable agency to select the tests that we want to apply. At one end of the spectrum is the shotgun approach: collect every type of sample (tissues, swabs, fluids) and run every test available. But where's the fun in that? Not only does this approach lack elegance and waste resources, it isn't intellectually pleasing. It's lazy diagnostics. It's more challenging by far to build a list of differentials based on signalment and history, modify that list based on gross findings from the necropsy, then thoughtfully select specific tests that will rule in or rule out your top differentials for the cause of death. 

Sometimes the necropsy itself is the only test we need. That is informally referred to as "grossing out" a case, meaning we are able to determine a definitive cause of death of an animal during the gross examination conducted during the necropsy, and the case is closed out with no further testing. Necropsies are meticulous and require a lot of careful examination, and the word "gross" in this context means we aren't using any special diagnostic tools beyond our eyes and fingers. For example, when we find heartworms in a dog who died suddenly or who had clinical signs like fainting, low energy, or coughing, and there are no other major findings such as pneumonia or masses in other organs, we gross that case out. 

While it can be satisfying to close a case based only on the necropsy, it is even more satisfying to identify a pathology during necropsy and verify it with just a handful of carefully chosen tests. Those cases give us a lot of validation. We've had several cases like this recently.

A beef cow-calf operator brought in a yearling cow. The cow was petite, quite pretty. She'd been sick for a couple of days and had not responded to his treatments. He'd lost several from his herd in the past few days, all with similar clinical signs. All of the sick or dead cows were yearlings or older--he hadn't lost any nursing calves. That was interesting. Based on my initial conversation with him, it sounded like a toxicity event and not infectious disease that was killing his cows, and he agreed. We went through the list of the usual suspects--paint cans, old batteries, sheds with old bags of fertilizer, rusting 50-gallon drums containing mystery liquids--cows are both curious and relatively indiscriminate eaters. Nothing really fit though. So into necropsy I went. 

Even if you think you know the answer, which I did not in this case, you still approach every necropsy systematically to make sure that you don't miss anything important. Heart, lungs, and spleen looked good. But the liver was moderately autolyzed. Autolysis refers to post-mortem changes that occur in tissues due to cell death and bacterial activity. The state of the liver didn't match the other tissues. I couldn't find anything wrong with the liver that would explain this, such as liver flukes or evidence of a bacterial infection in the liver. This was a symptom of something else, not the primary problem.

Next, I examined her gastrointestinal system. The rumen was filled with 20-30 L of a thin liquid slurry of finely shopped feed. Her abomasum, her glandular stomach, was red-black inside and contained a couple of liters of cloudy red-brown liquid. The rest of her intestinal tract was empty. All three of these observations were a surprise. Her rumen should have contained layers of material--a mat of feed at the bottom, a slurry on top, and a gas cap on top of that. Sure, this stratification gets a bit mixed up when animals are moved and transported after death, but the basic components can be identified at necropsy. I only saw slurry, and far too much of it. Her abomasum should have normally contained feed. It shouldn't be bloody. And she should have had digesta scattered all along her gut and feces in her colon. All of this added up to an animal that had stopped eating and had developed ileus, or a cessation of the normal peristalsis of her gut. She had continued to drink water, thus the rumen was distended with liquid. Cows can develop ileus as a result of torsion or displacement of the abomasum, heavy parasite load, blockage of the rumen by a foreign object (baling twine and plastic bags in cow rumens are common incidental findings, but they can sometimes cause problems), chronic diarrheal disease, or something called vagal indigestion related to dysfunction of the vagal nerve and rumen function. There was no evidence of any of this, so the ileus was a symptom, not the primary problem.

Next, I examined her kidneys. Kidneys are often the first tissues in a cow to autolyze, which refers to the post-mortem changes in tissues due to bacterial activity and cell death. This cow was very fresh so I didn't expect to see autolyzed kidneys. Normal cow kidneys are not quite as dark as our own but they fall well into the range of what we might call "kidney colored." Her kidneys were golden brown and covered with bloody pinpoints. The same pinpoints were visible inside in the renal cortices. These distinctive lesions are textbook examples of oak toxicity. Leptospirosis, an infection caused by bacterial spirochetes, was definitely a differential. But my other observations fit oak toxicity better. Oak toxicity is caused by tannins in leaves and acorns. It can cause hemorrhage in the glandular stomach, which was likely the precipitating cause of the ileus (the cow didn't feel good so she stopped eating), and liver necrosis, which set the liver up to autolyze faster than surrounding tissues. And it causes pinpoint hemorrhages in the kidneys.

I called the owner back and surprised him by asking about oak trees that might be in or around the pasture. Turns out that during stormy weather a couple of weeks prior, wind had knocked down several branches from an oak tree in the middle of the field. The producer had observed several of his cows eating leaves from the fallen branches. He didn't think much of it because he thought oak toxicity was only caused by buds or acorns, and we are past the time for the first and not yet into the season for the second. He gave them new forage and cleaned up the branches. I told him that young leaves and their stems are toxic too, and that unfortunately the damage had already been done. Nursing calves didn't eat any leaves so they weren't affected. And the leaf-eating had occurred long enough ago that no leaf remnants were in the rumen of this cow. I told him to expect more mortalities in the handful of cows that were still sick.

There is no bench test for oak toxicity. Diagnosis is made by gross findings and distinctive microscopic changes to the kidneys. I had to wait a couple of days for the tissues to fix in formalin, another day for trimming, and another day to cut and stain the slides. But eventually, I had the slides in my hand. Textbook case. 

My colleague recently had a similar puzzle that he quickly solved. A breeder had submitted two French bulldog puppies, only 7 days old. She had already lost most of the litter. When this kind of thing happens in pure-bred dogs or cats, breed-specific genetic or congenital abnormalities top the differential list. That list is of course rather long for French Bulldogs and other brachycephalic breeds, especially since breeders are selecting for ever more extreme deformation of the faces of these dogs. I recently did a necropsy of an adult female Bulldog whose nasal openings were positioned so far back on her head that they were over her molars, not in front of her incisors. Selecting for extreme body deformities often comes with unanticipated deformities in critical things like hearts, skeleton, and brains. Oops.

But back to the puppies. For high litter mortality, you also have to consider canine parvovirus, which can be transmitted through the placenta. Ideally, the dam should have been vaccinated for parvovirus and she would have passed antibodies to her puppies when they nursed the first time or two, but the number of people who refuse to give vaccines to their dogs is growing. She could have been infected during pregnancy, and infected her puppies in utero. Canine herpesvirus is a bit more insidious. There is no vaccine. It can also be passed to the puppies in utero and often results in abortion in those cases, but the more common route is post-natal infection. It can result in high mortality in young puppies. Dogs older than about 8-12 weeks usually only get mild disease from herpesvirus, but they shed virus in all of their body secretions. Keeping it out of a kennel is a matter of biosecurity--wash hands and shoes, quarantine new additions, segregate animals of different ages, clean surfaces. 

My colleague approached the necropsy with his usual care. Nothing significant turned up until he looked at the kidneys. The kidneys of both puppies had many small hemorrhages inside and out. Textbook example of canine herpesvirus infection. He was so excited by this finding that he called me down to necropsy to take a look. Definitive diagnosis of canine herpesvirus is available with a PCR test. It of course came back positive, and he closed the case with no further testing. We made slides of the kidneys for our own learning because they were such good examples of this disease. You could see inclusions comprised of many viral particles (far too small to see individually) in the nuclei of the cells lining the renal tubules.

Two interesting puzzles: cases of multifocal renal hemorrhage and nephritis identified at necropsy of two different species. When we combined our gross observations with signalment and history, we were able to land on diagnoses quickly. Two puzzles that we got a lot of satisfaction from solving!

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Small Acts of Kindness

I got these flowers today at the lab. They were sent by a veterinarian out in the wilds of southwestern Arkansas whom I've never even met. She called the lab yesterday, almost in tears, worried that she had screwed up a case, second-guessing all of her decisions, and needing to talk to someone about necropsies. Receiving sent her to me.


I spent over 30 minutes on the phone with her. The clients were being difficult, accusing her of killing their dog. She did an in-clinic necropsy and found many dozens of heartworms in its heart and vessels of its lungs. She was worried that she did something wrong. I assured her that she did everything right. I told her that the outcome would have been the same if she had sent the dog to the lab for necropsy. I thanked her for trying to find the best answers for her patient and the owners. 

Today she sent me flowers and a short note.

It is these small acts of kindness that we give each other that get us through.