Two needle sticks for fluids, three shots and 3 butt prods, (not by me - I leave butt prodding to the professionals) a couple of Kleenexes (something in my eye) and two hours later; Vet-1 says Perfect Pup is a VERY sick girl, sends us home to no food or water and an appointment for noon tomorrow (I admit I snuck a snack or 2 and had a lil nip).
PITIFUL POOCH :(
Next Day: Vet-Nurse warns Vet-2, as she is about to give needle stick number 6, to protect her ears. Vet-2 gets a sudden jolt of recognition on her face and asks "were you at the other end of the hall yesterday?". She remembered Perfect Pup's excellent vocal resonance and glass shattering ability from the other end of the building! It occurs to me Vet-1 has the day off because she is deaf and needs to recover some of those ear hairs that fall over when an air horn aimed at your collar bone, goes off. But Perfect Pup is feeling much better and doesn't much resemble Feeble Pup from yesterday and is slightly more hydrated due to the 2 pouches of fluid from 24 hours before and a bunch of antibiotics (the butt prodding had no noticeable affect). She lets go only one shrill blast of her wind instrument as the needle comes out. I pick her up and she snuggles into my shoulder then milks it for all it's worth with pitiful little whimpers. As a reward she gets to have 1/4 cup of water followed by another one in half and hour. If all goes well she can try some rice and rinsed burger at 5pm.
7pm: Success!!!
Perfect Pup is ever so slightly obnoxious as she stares down every cheese cracker that goes from the box to the mouth of the annoyed Teenage Girl who sits on MY COUCH! to eat CRUMBLY ORANGE! snacks (but that's another story).
Perfect Pup is ever so slightly obnoxious as she stares down every cheese cracker that goes from the box to the mouth of the annoyed Teenage Girl who sits on MY COUCH! to eat CRUMBLY ORANGE! snacks (but that's another story).
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