Hah! Try typing that after a grand feed of Guinness.
So anyway that’s what they reckon our Penny might have.
I had a long chat with the vet on the phone today and he is very happy with progress. However they are still pumping stuff into her so she’s to stay in for another night.
It’s a fine state of affairs where a dog gets a fucking holiday but I don’t? I could do with a couple of days but then I suppose the idea of sleeping with a load of needles in me doesn’t appeal so maybe I’m as well off at home.
One outcome of this event is that it is going to be a long time before I am forgiven for sending her into incarceration. She’s a fierce sulker and can take days to forgive me for taking a drive without her. It was weeks before she got over being left at home while I took regular trips to various hospitals earlier in the year. God knows how long I’ll have to suffer this time around. The one advantage is that she won’t be able to pronounce “hemorrhagic gastroenteritis” so she won’t be yelling that at me at every turn. It took her long enough to learn to pronounce “cunt”.
The house is very quiet without her. It’s strange, as she’s a very quiet dog so I don’t hear her anyway, but somehow the silence is even more silent. Coming so soon after Cat’s demise, it’s a bit weird. An animal-less house.
Hopefully though things will change tomorrow if she comes home.
Then I’ll be in the dog house once more.