I know you have all been waiting with baited breath to find out the result of our trip to the veterinarian with Mr. Weezer, so here we go.
Weezer loves to ride in the car. It is like his most favorite thing. So when I asked if he wanted to go for a ride, he was super excited. But he was unable to share the full extent of his excitement because he has lost the ability to jump – so he just kind of barked and wandered around in circles as I got his leash and toy. It was heartbreaking. I had to pick him up and put him in the car – that has NEVER happened before. Normally he will jumped in any car that slows down enough for him to get his little white butt up in. At this point, I’m 100% sure the dog is going to die on the way to the clinic.
Thankfully that did not occur. He laid in the back and panted as we drove to the doctor. Once there he was super friendly with those in the waiting room and was weighed in (side note, Weez was a bit portly when we brought him home – I am happy to stay he has lost the pound that the doctor set as a goal for us at the last appointment).
He was not at all interested in the treats or loves offered by the vet and her assistant and tried to bite their fingers off when they attempted to examine him – so he was muzzled (another first – and I so wanted to take a picture but thought it inappropriate in the moment). They checked all the stuff they check and it turns out that he has some soft tissue inflammation in his torso indicating he fell or jumped and landed wrong or some sort thing (maybe in all those up and down bathroom trips last week – I’m just saying!) and he is in quite a lot of pain – but it isn’t fatal. According to the age chart thing they have hanging in the exam room he is actually 44 years old, and being close to that myself I know I don’t respond well to falls – so I can totally appreciate his pain. So, Glory, glory HALLELUJAH! Because I was sure he was dying and I was going to have to put him down today and then try to explain to Arden why we killed her dog. And let me tell you, that was not high on my list of things I was excited to undertake.
He was prescribed an anti-inflammatory and pain meds for a few days and told to rest (could I get a similar doctor’s order PLEASE!!?) and the vet will check back in on Friday.
The only problem is this dog may be the worst medicine taker ever – he was on antibiotics a few months ago and I tried to hide them in treats but he figured out a way to eat the treat and spit out the pill – so on the way home I am racking my brain to figure out how to get these two pills in him twice a day…SOLUTION – McDonald’s plain hamburger – I’m a genius.
He ate the burger and the pills like a champ and is now currently passed out on his bed and hopefully on the road to recovery. Although, I don’t think it will be a great thing for his intestinal track if I feed him a hamburger every time I have to give him a pill (2x a day) so I will need to think on that a bit. Suggestions are welcomed.
OK, so crisis adverted – the dog will live and I can move on to other areas of absurdity on which to obsess.