Last Wednesday I wrote about my fears that I have become a “helicopter parent” to my pets. This week, it wasn't me who called the vet!
|Twice a day - for ten days.|
On Monday, just back from traveling, I picked the dog up from the kennel. I was told she had developed diarrhea the night before. The kennel we use is wonderfully conscientious about providing good care, and had called the vet. There was medication waiting there for me to pick up. Pills. To be taken twice daily for ten days. Tablets I would have to shove down my dog's throat, until her gut settled enough to ingest any food or “pill pockets” that could be used to disguise them. Sigh.
I commented on how pretty the dog was, and thanked the kennel staff for grooming her before we drove away.
I was nearly to the vet when the stench wafted up to me from the back of the car. Masked somewhat by the smell of shampoo, I realized why my dog had been groomed - but it seemed she again needed her hind quarters to be washed. Poor dog.
Since Monday, the dog has had to outside or confined to our laundry room. There has been no point in giving her a bath quite yet. I did try, quite unsuccessfully to scrub her with some towels, but her soiled fur resists cleaning of that type.
Yesterday, in addition to dealing with all this, the cat coughed up a present on the rug, and seems to be eating less. Sigh. Probably time for another cortisone shot. To top it all off, I also developed GI symptoms. I will spare you the details, but is it coincidence or could I have caught this from my dog?!
Fortunately, we all seem better today. I think it is time to give the dog a bath!
|This is not the first time our dog has critically needed a bath - this photo was taken a few years ago during a hike!|
When pets share our indoor living space, they can present some challenges. Do your pets live inside or out?