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May. 9th, 2013
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Poor li'l puppy-wuppy...
May. 9th, 2013 01:41 pmDomino has "near" pneumonia. He was coughing and sneezing yesterday and today and in general looking very sorry for himself, so I took him to the vet. A good listen to his lungs and a bottle of pills later, we're back home. I'm glad I was a paranoid mommy and took him to the vet straightaway before he got any worse--she said that pneumonia is going around right now, probably in part because of the crazy up-and-down weather we've been having. She thought with Domino it was only just getting down in his lungs, so he should be okay after a course of antibiotics.
Getting the pill down him was a bit of an adventure. No matter what treat I hid it in, he'd sniff it, then give me A Look.
"Oh, Mommy... how could you try to fool me like that. I thought you loved me."
I finally gave up, put him up on top of the washing machine, which is where Mommy puts him when She Means Business about things like Grooming and Pulling Off Ticks. He tried one more Look but I hardened my heart and pried open his mouth, stuck the pill on the back of his tongue and then held his mouth shut until he swallowed.
"Now," I said as I put him down, "wouldn't it have been easier and tastier if you'd just eaten it wrapped in that nice piece of salami?"
Apparently not. He gave me another Look, so I let him lick the peanut butter off the spoon. Now all is Good and Right in his little world again. Well, except for the sneezing and the snuffling.
He'll go back in a week for a follow-up visit, plus all his yearly vaccinations, which, eek, I discovered were a little overdue (they were due in April, not May like I thought... the cats are due their shots in May. There's really nothing like a death in the family for getting one's head completely messed up. *sigh*).
I haven't told him about the upcoming shots. No sense him getting worried ahead of time... and he does know the word "vet" and "shot". The combination of the two sends him straight into hiding under the coffee table.
So, don't any of you tell him!
Getting the pill down him was a bit of an adventure. No matter what treat I hid it in, he'd sniff it, then give me A Look.
"Oh, Mommy... how could you try to fool me like that. I thought you loved me."
I finally gave up, put him up on top of the washing machine, which is where Mommy puts him when She Means Business about things like Grooming and Pulling Off Ticks. He tried one more Look but I hardened my heart and pried open his mouth, stuck the pill on the back of his tongue and then held his mouth shut until he swallowed.
"Now," I said as I put him down, "wouldn't it have been easier and tastier if you'd just eaten it wrapped in that nice piece of salami?"
Apparently not. He gave me another Look, so I let him lick the peanut butter off the spoon. Now all is Good and Right in his little world again. Well, except for the sneezing and the snuffling.
He'll go back in a week for a follow-up visit, plus all his yearly vaccinations, which, eek, I discovered were a little overdue (they were due in April, not May like I thought... the cats are due their shots in May. There's really nothing like a death in the family for getting one's head completely messed up. *sigh*).
I haven't told him about the upcoming shots. No sense him getting worried ahead of time... and he does know the word "vet" and "shot". The combination of the two sends him straight into hiding under the coffee table.
So, don't any of you tell him!