Abbye seems to be returning to her normal state: lazy, pampered, spoiled beyond belief. However, I suspect that she’s also a lot more suspicious of trips in the car, seeing as how the last two have resulted in close to ten needle sticks.
We returned to Midland yesterday morning, just in time for me to drop MLB and Abbye off at the vet’s office while I went home and unloaded the car. Abbye got injections of antibiotic (a new and apparently tolerable variation) and anti-nausea (also a new concoction) as well as subcutaneous injections of fluids to treat mild dehydration. She did fine the rest of the day, although some strange behavior at 3:00 a.m. interrupted our sleep (it turned out to be nothing of significance).
MLB took her back this morning at 8:00 for more injections and fluids, and she’s been what passes for normal around here ever since…other than her adamant refusal to go outside because of the leaves of death. (We shall not speak of the resulting spot on the living room rug.)
I’m to take her for one final appointment in the morning, at which time I hope the vet will release her to a normal diet, as she’s been quite surly at not receiving her proper quota of puppy biscuits.
By the way, she wishes to extend her warm thanks to each of you who have been so kindly solicitous of her health and well-being, and she has asked me to alert you to the fact that you may receive a summons to appear at the upcoming civil trial in which she plans to sue me for violating her right to privacy under HIPAA. Such is life with a canine primadonna. But I’m sure we’ll be able to settle out of court. We always have.
Glad Abbye is back to her old self again.
I suspect that besides her physical complains, stress had something to do with her condition. You know the “holidays” are stressful…..then she was forced to visit relatives to boot. Plus having all that turkey around, and getting very little, will drive any dog over the brink. Think of the pack of dogs in “A Christmas Story”.
🙂 Glad she is feeling better!
Yelps of glee for Abbye! Have you thought about shaving her, to spare her the embarrassment of the comb-over blowing in the wind? Of course, then you’d have to knit her a sweater for winter. How are your knitting skilz?
How are your knitting skilz?
Let’s just say that if I had to provide a covering for Ab Fab, she’d likely be the only dog in town wearing Saran Wrap.
I’ve heard Saran Wrap is the new cashmere. It’s all the rage on the Paris runways. Ab Fab would look fabulous striding down the streets of Midland, squatting on every corner, sheathed in plastic.
How odd that she is so deathly afraid of leaves. Have you taken her to a pet psychologist? My dog has requested galoshes and an umbrella if he is expected to go out during inclement weather. Where they get these phobias is beyond me.
Gwynne, the dog we had prior to Abbye made her look like a model of normal behavior. He had severe anger management problems, and did actually spend some time with a doggie behavioral psychologist. It didn’t work. He once bit through my thumbnail (the tip of my thumb is still numb, more than 15 years later)…ruined a pair of lizard skin boots (while my feet were still in them…and so on. It was only my wife’s tender interventions that kept me from committing caninicide, and I wasn’t at all saddened by his passing.
Ouch!! You guys were saints (or stupid 😉 not to terminate his life early! The lizard skin boots scene sounds like a Sat Night Live skit, but I’m sure it was not so funny at the moment.
As I said, I defer to my wife in matters of the dog, and he never really bothered her. He was a stray that she fed and told to go away; funny how that rarely works. Anyway, there’s no telling what he endured as a youngster to make him turn out that way.