Despite this misery, he's actually gained weight (now weighs 61 pounds/28 kilograms), still has a voracious appetite, and drinks a lot. His energy level is as high as it ever was. In fact, if it weren't for the blood-stained, malodorous, pudding-y poop, I wouldn't be worried at all.
But I am worried.
I'm also going broke. We could have had a weekend getaway for the cost of vet visits, tests, and prescriptions! And the vet just called to say that the blood tests indicate the first antibiotic isn't working, so we're going to switch to another. Ka-ching!
I had (only half-jokingly) proposed to Steve that we get another dog. He sensibly pointed out that we can't afford another dog. He's right. I had thought a young dog would have fewer health concerns, but it appears I was wrong.
I'll keep you posted.