Life is Ruff
On Tuesday Dog had a vet appointment. While she typically gets very excited to have a leash attached because that means she is going somewhere, she has not yet made the connection between Leash + Car ride = Vet = Vet sticking finger up her butt*. However, hugs all around, Dog is at a perfect weight, she is quite healthy, and it is refreshing to see such a sweet Cocker Spaniel when so many of them who enter the office are referred to as Land Sharks.
Wednesday, Dog was visited by her boyfriend The Groomer, who comes to our house with his doggie-salon on wheels, where he pampers her, gives her a cookie, and sends her back into the house where she runs around dragging her ears along the carpet and drinking bowlsfull of water.
This morning Dog was her usual self. She went outside a couple times, we played with her new toy, she was quite excited that Grandma is visiting. But when she was sitting on my lap, I noticed something weird. Dog's left ear feels about 4 times the thickness and weight that it should.
The vet gladly saw Dog right away, and it turns out that The Groomer must have nicked her ear while trimming, and because it is summer, the nick turned into a collossal staph infection overnight. Three days on steroids and a collar.
At first she didn't mind...
Now? She's not so happy about it.
**
Poor Dog.
* Dog's, not the vet's own.
** Dog has found that the most comfortable place to lay is usually atop a pile of dirty clothes and towels on my bed.
Wednesday, Dog was visited by her boyfriend The Groomer, who comes to our house with his doggie-salon on wheels, where he pampers her, gives her a cookie, and sends her back into the house where she runs around dragging her ears along the carpet and drinking bowlsfull of water.
This morning Dog was her usual self. She went outside a couple times, we played with her new toy, she was quite excited that Grandma is visiting. But when she was sitting on my lap, I noticed something weird. Dog's left ear feels about 4 times the thickness and weight that it should.
The vet gladly saw Dog right away, and it turns out that The Groomer must have nicked her ear while trimming, and because it is summer, the nick turned into a collossal staph infection overnight. Three days on steroids and a collar.
At first she didn't mind...
Now? She's not so happy about it.
**Poor Dog.
* Dog's, not the vet's own.
** Dog has found that the most comfortable place to lay is usually atop a pile of dirty clothes and towels on my bed.
posted by Jess at 11:08 AM
5 Comments:
Poor, poor Dog.
Perhaps you can tell her she's in some sort of Elizabethan Shakespeare play.
Awwww.... poor sweetie. Hope she's not in too much pain. Gentle scritches on the belly coming from me...
That finger up the butt thing always catches my dogs off-guard too, go figure. That is why BigDog no longer likes the Vet. They had a good thing going there for awhile, but no. That was one time too many, Mister.
Awww...poor poor girl.
Hoping she gets better soon!
Poor Dog. She doesn't look very happy. Here's to a quick recovery and removal of the collar!
Whinger - She has been practicing her dramatic pose.
Claire - I imagine it's quite like going to the gyno... I'd put off that appointment a lot longer if I could...
Christine - She wants her good friend/babysitter to visit!
Meg - Good news! The collar is off and she is quite happy about it!
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