There was a comment under yesterdays scribble.
Malcolm asked “Ho[w] went the visit to the Vet ?”
There was actually a follow-up to the visit but I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested. Not that I determine my scribbles by how interesting they are, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to ramble on about anything?
In case anyone was foolish enough to miss it, the story started with my visit to the vet.
I normally bring Penny to the vet around August to get her booster shots and a bit of a checkup. The normal routine is that they gave her a thorough overhaul and then pronounce that she’s fine but overweight. I point out that she’s not overweight but just has a small head and skinny legs for her body size and we part company for another year.
This year things got in the way and August slipped into September and surprisingly into October. Bugger! I had forgotten the vet. I made an appointment.
The vet is somewhat cautious about this Virus lark so I had to follow his procedure. I parked up and then had to present myself at a window. I told ’em Penny was here and they said fine, and what number was my parking slot? ?? I then realised that each parking spot had a number so I had to trot back to find my number. I told the girl and she told me to wait in the car.
I sat in the back seat with Penny as she has this peculiar rule that she will not sit in the front under any circumstances. At this point she had realised where we were and was getting a tad nervous.
Eventually the vet came strolling over complete with face mask, face shield and plastic coat [did I mention he was cautious?]. I told him she just needed her shots and a general overhaul. I also mentioned that I reckoned she had a touch of arthritis and walked like John Wayne and could he confirm? So I walked ahead with Penny while he watched her from behind. I was then told to get back in the car.
So I waited and played with the car radio [which I still haven’t figured out how to work properly].
Eventually the vet returned with Penny. All fine [he never even mentioned her weight but that may have been an oversight] and he confirmed she did indeed have a touch of arthritis. He gave me a bottle of medicine with a couple of syringes to measure the dosage. Grand. I paid the pound of flesh and went home.
Penny was quiet that evening but I put that down to a sulk at being brought to the vet. However she rapidly deteriorated and at one stage threw up [on the carpet of course and not the acres of surrounding wood floor]. She was now lethargic to the point of being catatonic. I began to seriously worry and kept checking to make sure she was breathing.
The following morning I contacted the vet. “Fuck” says he [or words to that effect], “some dogs do react that way, but don’t worry – she’ll get over it” Now he tells me. So I trollied all the way back to his practice and swapped the medicine for a box of massive tablets. Starting Monday I have to give her half a tablet a day.
She’s fully back to her old self now. As usual she’s annoying me by demanding to go out and then back in again. She is actually a bit livelier so maybe the medicine did start to work, apart from nearly killing her?
I haven’t a clue how I’m going to get even half a massive tablet into her though.