Don’t Drink The Water
For those of you who don’t know me, here’s a little background information before I tell this story:
I have a pair of Border Collies. Reilly, my first, just turned one in May and the second, Mackenna will be one at the end of this month. I work from home which allows me the flexibility and time to train and take care of two very active puppies. They are my constant companions and do everything with me to the point where most of the time I appear to be some strange being with ten legs, two tails and three heads. If you know nothing about border collies, you can read more here, but to summarize, they are like the rocket surgeons of the dog world with the stamina and athleticism of Olympic athletes… so they are a lot of work to own, but well worth it if you are able and willing to put in the time and effort they require. Reilly is the more intense of the two and demands the most exercise. She wants to play (in her mind she’s working) all the time. She basically has two speeds, sleep and full speed ahead.
This past weekend My girlfriend Heather, a couple of friends and myself went boating. Of course the dogs came along. We got to the beach where we planned to spend the day, anchored the boat, strapped the dogs into their life jackets and I got in the water with them and took them to the beach to play. It was a hot day, so my main concern with them playing out in the sun was heat stroke or something similar, so I made sure the game of fetch kept them in the water as much as possible. Shortly after starting our game, a woman and her children came over to meet the dogs. The kids wanted to play with Reilly, so I showed them some hand signals they could use to get her to do tricks and the kids kept Reilly occupied while Mackenna stuck by me and dug holes on the beach. After about an hour, I decided to take the dogs back to the boat to rest for a bit. Reilly looked exhausted and didn’t even want to make the swim back to the boat, so I used the handle on the back of her life jacket to pull her through the water and lifted her onto the swim platform. From there, she had a hard time climbing into the boat, but as much as she had been running and swimming, I just thought she needed to sleep for a while.
Once on the boat, she started acting strange. She sat up with her eyes closed as if she was forcing herself to stay awake, and that’s when I started getting a bit concerned. I offered her some water but she wouldn’t drink and then she got sick. A minute later she was sick again. She was lying on her side and moaning and when I checked her gums, they were gray. This is when it was decided that she had to be rushed to an emergency vet.
We pulled anchor and hauled ass back to the marina. As soon as we were tied up to the end of the dock, I grabbed her, jumped off the boat and ran up the dock to get her to my car. I was upset, and running and still had no idea where I was going to take her. Heather found the closest vet that had emergency hours and sent the address to my phone. I don’t know how I did it, but I remember at one point I was holding my phone in one hand, entering an address in my GPS with the other and still driving. I had a few moments where I was certain Reilly was going to die lying next to me in the car. That forty minute drive felt like an eternity.
When we arrived at the vet, they were expecting us and immediately took Reilly to the back to start looking her over. There was paperwork for me to fill out, which included deciding what they should do if her heart were to stop. I’ve had three panic attacks in my life, that was when the third started. I was already upset and making a life or death decision on the spot while trying to consider a dog’s quality of life while not being selfish about it while simultaneously facing the fact that her heart stopping was a distinct possibility was more than I could handle at that point. I managed to make a choice and was escorted into an exam room along with a box of tissues and a cup of water. Once I regained my composure and calmed myself down a bit, I sat waiting for what felt like forever.
Eventually a vet came in to explain what was happening. They were running some blood tests and checking for a couple things. Her temperature was normal, but after 40 minutes in the car with all A/C vents pointed at her, they weren’t ready to rule out heat stroke yet. They did think that the most likely diagnosis was water intoxication (she called it water toxicity, but I’ve since learned that they are the same thing). The basically means that Reilly drank too much water. She said that Reilly would need to stay in the hospital and it would possibly be as long as three more days. After approving the treatment, I was allowed to go sit with her for a bit while she was receiving the first of several IVs. She was a bit out of it, but made several attempts to get up and leave the crate, which to me was a sign that she was already returning to normal. Heather arrived shortly after that with Mackenna and she was able to have a short visit with Reilly while I kept and eye on Mackenna.
I received a call from the vet around 11:00PM with an update and she told me that Reilly was doing much better. I was told that they would call if there were any problems overnight, but if I didn’t hear anything, I could take that as good news. She also said that if Reilly continued to improve at the same rate, I might be able to take her home as early as Sunday evening.
I spent Saturday night waking up hourly to see if I had missed a phone call… I hadn’t and when I got a call in the morning, it was good news. Reilly’s latest set of tests had all come back normal, she had eaten breakfast without getting sick and they told me I could get her anytime after noon. I arrived promptly at 12:06 to pick her up. She spent most of Sunday sleeping, slept a little more than normal Monday morning and was back to her normal, crazy self that afternoon.
A quick reaction, good quality medical care and the fact that Reilly is young and healthy made the ending a happy one in our case, but water intoxication is a serious issue and even a slight delay could have had disastrous results. If you have an active dog that spends time in or around water, you need to be aware of what happens. Basically, when too much water is ingested than the kidneys can process, the water dilutes the electrolyte balance in the body and the cells begin to swell from absorbing the excess water. When this hits the brain, the brain swells and can cause all kinds of problems such as brain damage and cardiac arrest. The personnel at the VCA Newark Animal Hospital were great and knew what to look for right away based on the information I gave them, but from doing research, I have learned that a lot of vets are not used to seeing this and may not consider it for a diagnosis, so if you have a dog that loves the water, you should read about it and be prepared to bring it up if you find yourself in a similar situation.
In the end, I had a very stressful weekend and I don’t have nearly as much money in the bank, but Reilly is healthy and will continue to provide me with years of entertainment and companionship and that is what’s really important.
Reilly loves to swim, so we aren’t going to stop doing it, but swimming will be for much shorter periods of time with longer play sessions on dry land in between.

