A morning at the vet.

[miladycarol]

I took the puppies to the vet yesterday morning. Everything looks pretty good on both of them except for 8.5 months of no one brushing their teeth and an intestinal parasite. Gana has to go in for dental surgery next week, so we are running a full blood and urine panel. She had just exhausted her bladder yesterday before the exam so I planned to bring her in first thing after they opened this morning, before she could go outside. Since she is so low to the ground, it would be very difficult for me to capture her urine and bring it to the vet. They have a special little device to stand them over and catch, so I figured I could sweep her up before my hike and take her there. Since I have to buy Dina’s ear med and Gana’s penicillin anyway, it would be fine.

Poor Gana. When G woke, he encouraged her to go outside, and she did. He had forgotten “the plan.” I was in the bathroom and had to shout directions for him to catch her before she went. The poor girl, she was just about ready to go and then she’s suddenly in someone’s arms. Gah! She was quickly transferred to my arms and then to the car and off we went. While I was standing at the reception desk holding her and waiting for them to set up the device for her, the poor girl, who had remained as resigned and calm as she could while being deprived of the opportunity to do her morning duty, gave up and produced several beautiful stools which gracefully kerplunked on the floor behind me.

Such the proud mother, I was.

There were several moments of scrambling and confusion as some thought she was releasing the urine and instructions were being called to clean it up, not to clean it up but save it for the test, grab her and quickly hold her over a cup… Needless to say, they were much quicker about bringing her back at that point. Then we went outside to finish the job. My poor baby. She puts up with so much and still loves me.

I still had to go back and pay for the medicines, but Gana had started walking toward home and wanted nothing to do with going back in that building. No way. No how. I had to convince her we were just going to the car, which was parked right next to the door, and I let her wait there for me while I finished the transaction inside. I was out in a few minutes and we were on our way home where wonderful treats and a bit of scrapping over a toy on the bed ensued. Life is good until next week when we have surgery. It’s not easy being twelve. It’s just not fair. I wish I could take away all those little aches and pains she has but never complains about. I’m not ready for her to be elderly. *pout*