A big day for the Doggies. Kate had her first trip to the vet, and Dally had a hot spot on her lower back treated, as well as a fecal "extraction." Ick, but unnecessary had she been obliging when we let her out this a.m.
Kate is well-put together and healthy, as best we can tell at this point; she yipped when her shot was administered, but who doesn't? The last time The Littlest Offering thought she was getting a shot, she hid under the exam table and shouted "Go away!" at her father and the doc. Kate at least was stoic (to a point.)
Dally, who is 13 in people years, was found to have a heart murmur, which seemed to quite upset UO; he kept saying how he'd had a heart murmur since birth and it hadn't slowed him down, etc., which the docs just ignored. Because, let's face it: UO is a man and Dally is a dog. One of These Things is Not Like the Other.
Later in the car coming home UO turned to me and said, "I can deal with Dally going during a run, that's a good death, but I really don't want to have to deal with carrying her home."
I said, "sweetie, that's like me saying I can deal with UO dying during a run but I really don't want to deal with the corpse."
Dally also has some sort of "hot spot" on her back, a sort of doggie psoriasis that she's chewed into infection. The docs shaved her and cleared out the dead skin and pus, and sent us off with a steroid spray and an antibiotic capsule; or perhaps it's an antibiotic spray and a steriod capsule, whatever. The point is, she spits out the capsule, which means I have to shove it down her throat, hold her mouth closed and stroke her throat to stimulate her swallow reflex. I am happy to do this, I just want to make sure the meds work.
A relief for me, at least: they clipped Kate's claws. I tried this once, years ago with Dally, and we were both so traumatized I never tried again. Even once the kids arrived, I was too freaked out to trim their nails, a situation which caused Miss WhatsHerName to tsk at me over TLO's nails. I am happy to push cuticles back and to cut the nails of children who can sit still, but take the little ones from me, no, no, I can't do it to them.