I guess I should warn you that I am super blunt and maybe a little graphic in talking about Corny's butt, but I mean, I don't think it's that gross, just factual. So, there you go.
So, shortly after Cornholio came to live with us, he started having problems. Well, the first problem was that he had gotten worms from a litter of puppies, and boy was that ever gross. Have you ever woken up from a nap with a dog covered in dried up bits of dog ass worms? Have you ever laid down in bed with a dog and seen a worm emerge from it's ass? Yeah, it's super fucking gross.
So, after the worms were gone, and Cornholio and I had fallen in love completely, we started to notice that he was having a hard time pooping. He'd be outside straining and straining only to barely be able to go. Cornholio is little and you can physically see from the outside when he has to poop because his little butt gets all sticky-outy. But he would go outside and not be able to get it all out. It was so sad! We started taking him to the vet for this problem with no results. We probably took him every other week for a few months with no decent diagnosis. He was put on stool softners which helped a little (but began his "leaky butt" problems), but didn't fix whatever the problem was.
Eventually, it was proposed that perhaps Cornholio had a hernia. As we learned, un-neutered breeds of certain dogs are at a very high risk for developing a hernia (one of those breeds being a boston terrier). I guess it had something to do with the extra space for the anal canal to expand into or something?
So, we were referred to a surgical doctor as our office at the time did not perform surgeries. I think they quoted us $1000+ for the surgery. This happened to be at the same time that we were buying our house and writing huge checks. We didn't have a cent to spare, but we knew we could make it work. One of the girls that Shawn works with is a former vet student who took her dogs to a doctor in Harleysville. We decided to give them a shot. They quoted something closer to $700 for Corny's surgery and Shawn was much more comfortable with them, so we decided to go with them.
I remember dropping Cornholio off. I thought I would be okay with him being gone. It would be a break from his little butt leaking onto everything in sight. But as soon as we walked out the door, I burst into tears and cried the entire way home. We were miserable.
I found out the next day that the surgery to repair Cornholio's hernia was successful. They castrated him in the same procedure, but did warn us that there had already been damage to the opposite side of his anal canal and that he might already be developing a second hernia.
I think that Shawn left work early to pick him up when he was finally ready to come home. I am not positive, but I think he was gone for three days! I came home from work to find my little man all stitched up and sad looking. He had these big, gross stitches curving along the side of his butt, which was shaved! I called him "Frankenholio." I figured that since it had cost us a couple thousand dollars for the diagnosis and surgery (since it took the original doctor so long to diagnose), that I deserved a picture. I guess at that time I only had my webcam hooked up, so they suck, but here you go. The little thing at the top is his "innie" tail.
Poor Corn's holio:
And some pictures taken at the same time of a slightly-younger front end than you're probably used to!
Not only was his poor little butt stitched up, but they had removed his testicles and left the little empty sac hanging there with a single stitch in the end of it. He was a sorry little shaved-butted sight.
But Cornholio's recovery went well! He was on more stool softeners to help his body to heal and it was predicted that he may be on them for the rest of his life. He eventually got off of them, however, and was able to poop on his own! Though, his butt had undergone such damage that his leaking remained.
I about a year after his original surgery, Cornholio was having problems pooping again, and I had him back to the vet, suspecting another hernia. Sure enough, they took him in the back, felt around up there, and discovered another. I was so upset, but I knew that little man had recovered before and he could do it again. We had started regularly driving a good distance out of the way to see the doctors at the office who had originally performed his surgery, so we were already a regular patient at that point (since Cornholio has other skin and arthritis problems and goes in a good deal). As I was paying the bill, Cornholio leaked crap all over me and the floor because of having had people's fingers up his butt and it being traumatized. That was super embarassing, but they helped me clean him up and he leaked the whole way home. Poor guy.
Once again, we schedule surgery. Shawn and I drove up seperately so that we could drop the Corndog off together and each head to work our separate ways. I said goodbye to little man, but was a teary mess all over again. I got to work, and Shawn called saying that the vet scheduled to perform Corndog's surgery couldn't make it in that day, and that he was going to pick Cornholio up and they would reschedule for the next day. That was the worst since Corny hadn't been able to eat or drink the night before, so we had to do another night of that. Poor guy.
The next day, Shawn dropped Cornholio off and his surgery was successful. I think it cost around $600 this time without the castration. Shawn picked him up the next day, I think, and he was doing well. Shawn stopped by McDonalds on the way home and bought Cornholio a 6-piece chicken nugget and a large fry, which he ate ALL of, so we knew he was on his way back! Healing this time was mostly more of the same. Little shaved-butted man running around with big, pokey stitches coming out his backside (the opposite side this time). I think I only took one picture.
So, Corny is alive and able to poop okay. Not great. He still needs his butt wiped after he goes because it doesn't all come out cleanly and his butt still leaks poop when he's sleeping, but we love him so much that it doesn't matter. I change the bedsheets at least once a week and Cornholio isn't allowed under the top sheet so that I can sleep in a mostly poop-free zone just in case he starts leaking. But he can't help it, so it doesn't bother me to keep cleaning up after him. A few weeks ago, I got up really early because the dogs wanted to go outside. So, I stumble outside and sit down on the edge of the back patio. I look down and see that there is Cornholio poop smeared all over the front of my tanktop and on my boob. Seriously, does it get any hotter? I mean, it's gross as hell, but I'm not going to fault a 15 year old dog for not being in perfect health. He's my little man no matter what. We've made it this far, and I'm not giving up on him now. :) I guess a lot of people might think about how gross *I* am for "putting up with it," but he's a member of the family.