The Canine Parvo Virus Pandemic

D. E. Larsen, DVm

Prologue

Canine Parvo Virus first emerged in Europe in 1976. It was felt to result from a mutation in the feline panleukopenia virus (feline distemper virus). Canine Parvo Virus was highly contagious and a sturdy virus that survived in the environment for months. By 1978 the virus had spread worldwide, causing a pandemic with high mortality in puppies and young dogs.

***

The air in the meeting room was warm and humid. The air conditioning was not winning the battle with the afternoon temperature of the early fall and the crowded room.

I don’t even remember the meeting topic. Maybe it was kidney failure treatments. But virtually all the conversation was concerning the recent outbreak of the Parvo Virus in Portland. Veterinarians were experiencing a mortality rate of near 95% in puppies and young dogs up to a year of age.

Treatment protocols were being discussed in every corner of the room. The poor presenter was unable to keep everyone’s attention. During the break times, those discussions intensified.

“I haven’t seen you at these meetings before,” George said as he cornered me at the coffee table. “Where are you located?”

“I just started a practice last year in Sweet Home,” I said.

“Sweet Home, where is that located?” George asked.

“You Portland guys never get out town, do you,” I said. “Sweet Home is on Highway 20, just at the eastern edge of the valley.”

“I’m not sure where Highway 20 is located.”

“It’s the highway from Corvallis to Bend. You know, the one that goes over the mountains.”

“Okay, a small town, I guess,” George said.

“Yes, it’s a small town. But you know, many benefits come with living in a small town.”

“How are you treating your Parvo cases?” George asked.

“I have to admit, up until today, I had serious doubts that the disease existed,” I said. “I haven’t seen a single case.”

“We are being swamped here in Portland,” George said. “How is it that you don’t see a single case?”

“I guess we’re on the edge of the population in the valley. It must be sort of natural isolation.”

“I have had several breeders who have tried to isolate themselves and have not been successful,” George said. “One lab breeder had a litter of twelve puppies and lost eleven of them before they were six weeks old.”

“I would say it is ridiculous to think you could isolate yourself in the middle of Portland,” I said.

“Maybe so, but they say this virus is tough. You can hardly get rid of it. All our disinfectants won’t kill it. The only thing that works is dilute Chlorox. Disinfecting the clinic after a sick puppy sneaks past the reception desk is a nightmare.”

“How do you handle a sick puppy?” I asked. “You can’t maintain an IV in the car.”

“We bring them in the back door to our isolation room,” George said. “When you give people the facts and the prognosis, there are not too many that want to try to treat a case. If the pup has a white blood cell count below two thousand, the chances of saving a pup are slim to none.”

“Well, for today, I am going to listen to the rest of the lecture,” I said. “Kidney failure is something I see regularly, Parvo, I don’t see.”

“Don’t be so sure. It is only a matter of time, and you will have a dozen cases the first week it occurs in Sweet Home.”

***

Of course, George was correct. My first case in Sweet Home came through the door in early 1978, and many followed. Mortality was high in those earlier cases. There was no standard treatment plan and no specialty drugs. Clients were reluctant to spend the money needed to treat a puppy with a poor prognosis. Whole litters could cost a small fortune to treat.

Some of my clients were able to isolate themselves and their dogs to keep the virus at bay. Their isolation was almost absolute. They would talk with me on the phone but would not venture into a veterinary clinic or pet store. Anywhere that another dog owner may walk was entirely off-limits.

***

“Barbara, we just got our first hundred doses of Parvo Virus vaccine in today,” Sandy said when Barbara answered the phone. “We are working off of a list, and you are near the top. Dave said we could do your dogs in the back of your van with no problem.”

“I understand that this is a killed virus vaccine, and it requires two doses. Is that correct?” Barbara asked.

“Yes, it requires two doses,” Sandy said. “Our plan is to use fifty doses and save the second dose. That way, nobody gets left without a booster.”

“I have a litter now that’s only five weeks old. Can we vaccinate them?”

“There is no maternal immunity to deal with. Dave thinks we should vaccinate them along with the rest of your dogs,” Sandy said. “They are telling us that the supply of vaccine is good, and in a few months, we should be able to order what we need. For now, it is a hundred doses at a time when they have it.”

***

A month later, we loaded Barbara’s last puppy back into the carrier after completing its booster vaccination.

“Now, we can start to relax a little,” I said. “In two weeks, we can consider these guys fully immune. You can start entering the real world with them at that time.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, Doctor,” Barbara said. “Last week, the AKC newsletter had some epidemiologist saying that we should continue our isolation even after our dogs are fully vaccinated.”

“Barbara, those epidemiology guys don’t live in the real world,” I said. “They sit in a marbled office, and they only talk to other doctors or the Ph.D. types. They have no concept of how people like you and me live. They have no idea how their recommendations impact your day-to-day life.”

“But what if we get an exposure?” Barbara asked.

“Barbara, this is a brand new vaccine that has been rushed to the market,” I said. “We know it works, but we don’t know how long it lasts. It is a killed virus vaccine, and we know that other killed virus vaccines give us an immunity that will only last a year or so, maybe less.”

“That is what I am saying,” Barbara said. “What if we had an infected dog on our property and then the immunity wears out, and we have a contaminated property?”

“When these dogs are immune, natural exposure to the virus is the best thing that could happen to them. It would give their immune systems a chance to develop a natural immunity to the virus. That’s better than any booster vaccination that man could make.”

“Okay, we have a meeting coming up with other breeders in a couple of weeks. We were thinking of not going because of the risks. But maybe we will go and see what everybody else is thinking.”

“Let me give you an example from another virus that I have a lot of experience with here in Sweet Home. Canine distemper was very common when I came to town. Two groups of dogs were highly susceptible to the virus. Dogs that had never been vaccinated, and dogs that had been vaccinated long ago and then lived a life that was isolated from the general population.”

“I haven’t heard of isolating against the distemper virus,” Barbara said.

“It wasn’t planned isolation. It was an old farm dog. He lived on the farm and rarely had any contact with other dogs. When the owner sells the farm and moves to town, the old dog is suddenly out in the street carousing with the neighborhood dogs. This is a new thing for the old farm dog. The old farm dog comes down with distemper. His immunity lapsed years ago, and he had no booster vaccinations. He had no natural exposures to boost his immune status. The other dogs were fine. Their immune systems saw the virus regularly.”

“You’re pretty confident in your opinion,” Barbara said. “It makes sense when you tell the story. We’ll have to give it some thought.”

“The world is a scary place at times,” I said. “But, we’d have never made it this far with forced isolation like you guys have lived through. This virus is everywhere now. It is probably at a point where you cannot practically isolate yourself from it. If not now, it’ll be there soon. You need to get your dogs out into the world again. Stop at a rest stop along the freeway and walk your dogs in the pet areas, something you would never have done last month. You need to think of natural exposures, and maybe when we have a vaccine with a little more confidence behind it, we can just do some boosters on a schedule.”

“Okay, I guess we can go visit my folks in Seattle. We haven’t seen them in over a year.”

“That’s good. Just make sure you wait a couple of weeks from this vaccination date.”

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From the Archives, one year ago

Too Many Legs

https://docsmemoirs.com/2020/04/06/too-many-legs/

Can We Eat Her?

D. E. Larsen, DVM

“Bart, it’s good to see you. Do you need to talk with Debbie?” I asked.

“If she is busy, that’s okay. I can wait. I just wanted to tell her we would be gone by the time she gets home. We will have dinner ready for her and Lisa. She is just going to have to pop it in the oven.”

“I’ll send her out. They are just cleaning things up a bit,” I said.

“While I’m here, Doc, I have a cow that is laying around a lot. She looks fine, but she has hardly moved in the last few days. I can’t do it tonight, but is there some time in the late afternoon that I could get you to look at her.”

“I could get up there tomorrow. What time do you get home?”

“I can make sure that I’m home by three. It’s easy for me to skip the last load of logs on Friday. Do you know where we are located?”

“I know you are on Whiskey Butte. But I can solve the problem. I will just have Debbie lead the way. I can make it an end-of-the-day call. She will like to leave the clean-up for the others.”

“She’ll like that. She really appreciates this job, Doc.”

***

It was close to four by the time we pulled into the pasture with the cow. It was almost a half-mile up the road from the house. The cow, an older Hereford, was lying down when we approached. She stood up but was reluctant to walk away.

I was able to examine her with no restraint. She had a moderately elevated temperature, but otherwise, the exam was pretty unremarkable. I palpated her ventral abdomen with some deep pushes, checking for pain from a wire. There was no response. Putting downward pressure at the middle of her back caused a definite groan. I waited a moment and then repeated the maneuver. She swung her head at me this time to emphasize her discomfort.

“Her back is pretty painful,” I said. “It’s hard to say what she did. It could be just soft tissue stuff, or she could have broken something.”

“What can we do about it?” Bart asked.

“We aren’t going to do an x-ray. I can give her a dose of Banamine and see if that helps.”

“What does that do?”

“It’s like a big dose of ibuprofen, just an anti-inflammatory medication. If that doesn’t do it, I don’t know. She might be salvageable if that temperature goes down.”

***

I was trying to close down the clinic a little early on Saturday morning when the phone rang.

“Doc, this is Bart. That cow is down and can’t get up. What do you think?”

“I’m not sure there is anything more I can do for her?” I said. “But I can run up and get a quick look at her. We are slow here this morning.”

“I don’t want to impose on your free time if there isn’t anything to be done.”

“That’s fine, Bart. We don’t have any plans for the afternoon, and it won’t take me much time to get a quick look.”

“Why don’t you take your time and have lunch. Then bring Sandy and the kids up for the afternoon. We can barbecue dinner, and the kids can swim in the pool if the sun stays out. We haven’t turned the heater on yet this spring.”

“Okay, but this might not turn out very favorably for the cow. I don’t want to ruin your afternoon with bad news.”

“I’m a big boy, Doc. I’ve shot a cow or two before. If that’s what we have to do, I can deal with it.”

***

The cow was down. With a slap on the rear, she wouldn’t even try to stand. The temperature was improved, just slightly above average.

“I think she has had it, Bart,” I said. “She is pretty painful. It might be best to get your rifle.”

“Do you think we could eat her?” Bart asked.

“Eat her? My first answer is no, she can’t stand and has a temperature plus some Banamine on board. But, I guess it depends on how hungry you are. The meat isn’t going to kill you. It’s just not going to be very good. She has been stressed, down, probably has a significant injury. All of that is going to influence the flavor of the meat. Sort of like eating a gutshot deer that took you a day or to find.”

“That’s a whole lot of hamburger laying there. I think we will go ahead and butcher her out and see if it is any good.”

“Late Saturday afternoon, you’re probably not going to be able to get a mobile slaughter out this afternoon.”

“I’ll get the tractor out. It has the front-end loader attached. I can hang her here and have Daryl come pick her up in the morning.”

“Okay, if you’re going to do it, I will give you a hand. I sort of want to get a look at her back anyway.”

Bart retrieved his tractor and his rifle. 

Sandy and Marilyn busied themselves, getting ready for dinner and watching the kids, and we shot the cow.

It didn’t take long before we had the carcass hanging from the tractor’s elevated front-end loader. Bart was working on skinning the cow, and I examined the inside of the carcass. 

There was an odd swelling on the underside of the backbone on the inside of the carcass.

“It looks like she must have had a significant injury to her back,” I said as Bart looked over my shoulder. I point to the swelling with the knife I had in my hand.

Bart when back to work. He was almost done with getting the hide off the carcass. I reached up and ran my knife down the underside of the spine on the midline.

When my knife sliced through the swelling, it exploded. Spraying my face and beard with thick slightly yellow pus.

“The diagnosis is a spinal abscess, Bart,” I said. “I don’t think you want to eat this cow.”

Bart stepped around from behind the carcass and stifled a laugh.

“You’re quite a sight,” Bart said. “I think you’re going to have to borrow our shower.”

“Look at the hole where that puss came from,” I said. “She must have fractured a vertebra, and then it abscessed. I saw a dog once with similar lesions, but I have never seen anything like that in the cow.”

“I guess I’ll just leave her hanging here and call Daryl and see if he wants to pick her up in the morning. He can send her to the rendering company. That way, Marilyn won’t have to mess with it.”

It was a long walk to the house with a beard full of pus. At least Bart had a shower I could borrow. I offered Sandy a peck on the cheek, but she declined.

It was a good dinner and good conversation, so the entire evening was not a bust.

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