Phoenix Airborne- Pet Detective

 Well, off I go to take the dog children to the vet today. Lil’ Fat Stella needs her thyroid rechecked so they can renew her prescription for Levothyroxine. Her thyroid went on strike a few years back and she needs to take one tablet twice a day or she blows up like a Butterball turkey. 

 

*shudders* No one wants to see that.

 

Chance is going for an exam. He’s been acting strangely about his back for a few months, not painful, just a bit guarded. I thought it was because his skin has been dry and itchy since he’s been on the new dog food(Yeah, I know. I’m switching it), but the past couple of days he’s been downright evasive whenever you put any pressure on his spine. Even just petting makes him flinch. So off he goes to have his back checked. 

 

He’s probably got some arthritis. He’ll be nine in January and even though he’s on an oral Glucosamine and Chondroitin Sulfate supplement, it may not be enough anymore. He did take a header into the side of the fridge on Saturday, when he got overexcited about guests and tripped over my barn boots. Maybe he aggravated things.

 

All I know is that I have to make sure my furkids are doing ok, within the limits of my non-existent budget. I just hope the vet doesn’t give me the whole song-and-dance about how I need to plug a thousand dollars into them RIGHT NOW. I don’t have that kind of finances. And I hope he doesn’t give me crap for that. I get enough shit from people telling me that if a person doesn’t have $5000 to drop on a pet emergency at any given time then they shouldn’t have a pet. Blow me. My dogs are perfectly happy in our lower-middle-class household. Just because I’m not independently wealthy shouldn’t mean I can’t have a pet. If I don’t have $5000 to drop on a car emergency does that mean I can’t have a car?

 

Sorry for the rant, I just get tired of rich, self-righteous so-called animal lovers that get on their damn high horse and bitch about how the poor folks shouldn’t have pets. Sometimes, us poor folks need someone to love us unconditionally, not just because of our bank account. And as long as our ‘Poor Peoples’ pets are spayed/neutered and in good health and not carrying diseases to all those rich pets out there… Then all them sanctimonious asshats can kiss my…….

 

"We now interrupt this rant to bring you your regularly scheduled OD entry…."

 

Wish us luck!

 

****EDIT****

 

We have returned, triumphant, with anti-inflammatories in hand and a scoop of vanilla custard to split between my awesome dogs! They were moderately well-behaved, and Chance didn’t eat the vet, which was good because it concerned me when I found out our vet today was a guy. Chance loathes male vets; to my SnoofHound, guy vets are a light snack between meals.

 

Stella charmed everyone with her fat, and Chance got sent home with some drugs to help his sore back, which seems to be likely nothing more than an Old Dog Complaint. If the Rimadyl works, then he gets to be an Old Dog. LOL!

 

His eyes are a bit red and irritated looking, but no cataracts or glaucoma. Might just be allergies. We’ll look into Benadyl for this….

 

Glad to be back home, all of us in one piece, without catastrophic news! Squee!

 

-Rebecca