Monday AM the dog started shaking his head around and had what I thought was drainage on the side of his face. I took him to the vet for an ear infection. Turns out the "drainage" was actually a hot spot he had developed due to allergies. It appears I also DID NOT miss my calling as a veterinarian. And maybe I should make an appointment with the eye doctor. So dog also had to have Prednisone (in the form of a shot). I think the shot was almost as expensive as E's Rx. Good grief. The vet recommended that I consider putting Sparky on a Rx allergy med. After I finished laughing I told her that if I had money to spend on Rx meds for my dog I would be spending it on MJ clothes for my little girl instead. Just kidding. I didn't say that. I don't think my vet would appreciate that type of humor. But in all seriousness I told her the Rx allergy med was definitely a no go. When she asked why I reminded her who I was married to and she understood. ;) They had to shave the entire side of Sparky's face so they could treat the spot and get it to stop spreading. I would post a pic but I know he would never forgive me. He has been hiding the side of his face all week. He is so ashamed. This is a good profile pic that shows the side of his face in all it's furry glory pre-hot spot.
Aside from all the sickness we do have some positive healthy stuff happening. M has been taking swimming lessons this week. We did private instead of group lessons this year and I think they are much more productive. I love watching the life guards at the pool. Even now that I'm older they still seem kinda cool, and I sorta want to be one of them.
E went with me to one of the lessons earlier this week. Actually she begged to go and then she ended up wishing she wasn't there. She moaned around the first ten minutes or so, and then I took her to the concession stand. Partly because I thought it would hush that fuss, and partly because I have a thing for concession nachos. Turns out, here comes the LIFE LESSON folks, the concession stand at the pool doesn't take debit cards. Boom. E cried...I cried...concession boy looked like he wanted to cry or maybe he just wanted me to GET A GRIP AND STEP AWAY FROM THE CONCESSION WINDOW. Either way, E and I ended up back in the pool area in the 90+ degree heat with no nachos and no frozen lemonade to cool ourselves. She eventually grabbed M's towel and stormed off to sit in the shade by herself.
|I'm outta here|
Talk to ya soon,