We are all on round 3 of this butt kicking crud that has infiltrated our ranks. GK and Shelley have it the worst but Sweet Man is pulling up on the outside lane with a wickedly horrible cough and sputtering. I AM SICK OF BEING SICK.
Today proved harder to get through than I had anticipated. My breathing capacity is still low, so it was a big workout for me. We took Ms. Willow, alias Fat Elvis to yet another vet to see if we could get more concrete answers. Nope. Just more medication for her ears. Hope this will get rid of the foul smell and the pain she is in. Fat Elvis has now gained 32 pounds since going on her phenobarbital. She isn't eating any more than she was before but is not "utilizing her food" as well. Yeah, that's my problem too. She sleeps most of the time. So no movement means no calorie burning. I get it.
I must say that I do like this vet. She was very kind, her staff was friendly and didn't act like I had brought a beast from the netherworld to shed on them. You can't believe how some folks react to a
The best part of the vet visit was upon exiting the exam room there was a tall man with a Chihuahua in the waiting room and he said "oh my god, you have to be kidding". His dog on the other hand was saying....."bring it on". Sorry, Willow couldn't bring it if she really had too. She is a lover not a fighter but this little dog wasn't having any quitters go past him. Growl, lunge, snarl, snip. And Willow turned to discuss this with him and he peeeeeeeeed all over his owner. LMAO. In this case, big girl dogs rule and drool.