Yesterday (yes, I know that's early to be in trouble already) I took home a bull breed X from a shelter. The pup is male, 14 weeks of age, and desexed. He's had one vaccination. He's my first dog as an adult, but I have cats and have done some work in cat rescue.
For whatever reason (feeling like a dog newb? I don't know) I took the pup home from the (reputable, honestly) shelter without double checking a couple of things that made me uncomfortable. The pup had a bottle of ointment with him, with instructions to apply twice a day to a patch under his chin. I asked the girl at the shelter if he had ringworm, and explained I have a multi-animal household so I needed to know. She said she didn't think he had it, she thought it was just dermatitis, but I could always call the vet on the prescription label and ask what was up with him.
So stupidly I took him home, and THEN rang the vet (thinking 'oh I'll just find out what kind of dermatitis this is and what I need to do for it'.) Ringworm. On top of ringworm, the pup is very underweight (not the shelter's fault, he has only been with them long enough to be desexed and rehomed to me). He was also absolutely crawling with fleas. I put him in the bath and the second he was wet he just came alive with them. Plus now I could see the flea bites all over his tummy and his rear knees. I used a flea shampoo for the adults, and then spent a while with a flea comb taking all the adults I could find off him. Then I used a spot-on.
The pup is in my main bathroom on a tiled floor that connects to wooden floorboards, so the area is easy to keep clean - vacuuming (ducted so any ringworm spores are taken right out into the garage) and washing down the floor with a pineocleen solution once a day. His pretty new dog bed's been through the wash already what with the fleas and him crapping on it.
I'm feeling completely overwhelmed. Getting this pup was supposed to be a fabulous experience and I was all set to work so very hard on integrating him with my cats - all rescues themselves, all hale and hearty and all social with each other. I was all set to toilet train and feed him up.
Now everything's gone to sh1t - the ringworm and the fleas have knocked me for six. He's stuck in my bathroom with his ringworm, I can't let him near my animals, I have to make sure they're away from him when I take him outside to toilet, and that's been a disaster so far - he's shat in the bathroom about nine times - I took him outside six times yesterday, he peed twice, and looks like he held it all in so he could crap all over the floor last night, including once in his bed. (This is entirely my fault - he's so skinny I fed him every time I looked at him yesterday, he ate his way through most of a 700g can of Nature's Gift puppy food and all that food's gotta go somewhere!)
I'm so stressed that I'll be fighting a house-wide ringworm infection for months, I feel incredibly guilty about my poor cats (existing, established pets who were perfectly jolly until I introduced plague-puppy into the house).
I can't get any perspective, I feel like I've done the wrong thing by my cats, I feel like this was a stupid decision and I'm kicking myself for not listening to my instincts at the shelter and pressing them on the ointment, but I'd already grown attached to him! There's no question of me returning the pup. (Who I haven't even named because I can't figure out if I want to call him Best-Thing-Ever or Can-Of-Worms.)
I also feel like I've done the wrong thing by my pup - this is a cat-strong household and I got a pup because I wanted him to have every chance to socialise with the cats so I'd have a happy household; now I have to segregate him and he can't understand why he's shut in the bathroom and they're not, so he's a frustrated pup. He's also behind a baby gate so they can all see each other, which has helped with the initial investigations (the cats sit 10 feet away and look at him, but no hissing or running) but I can't figure out if that's a quarantine disaster.
So there you go, that's a lot of angst in (/checks watch) the 21 hours since I brought him home.
Can someone help talk me down off the clock tower here? What should I be doing? What routine will I follow with food and water for this skinny pup to help me toilet train him? Keep in mind I can't tie him to my waist as I walk around the house, like I wanted to, because he has SODDING RINGWORM.
In the words of penelope pitstop, Hayulp! HAYULP!