Sick PuppyPosted: April 19, 2013
I’m a bit under the weather. My human mommy was alerted to that possibility when I woke up at 2 a.m. Tuesday and Wednesday and insisted that I be let out. I have never asked to go out in the middle of the night. Even when I was a tiny puppy, I slept the whole night through. In fact, most mornings my mommy has to come back into the bedroom to get me up. So she sensed that there might be a problem. Then on Wednesday afternoon when I went outside and squatted about 20 times in five minutes, my mommy knew that something just wasn’t right. So she called the vet.
The vet suspected a bladder infection, but of course I was not willing to give a sample, so my mommy got to come home with this little kit and instructions to retrieve a sample in the morning and bring it back to the vet. Fortunately for my mommy (and for me), there are no photos of the actual retrieval moment. I will tell you, however, that my mommy is unusually proud of her new-found talent for collecting samples. That’s good, because she’ll get to do it in another two weeks.
So it turns out that I have a very serious bladder infection . . . complete with lots of crystals. Crystals are lovely, unless of course they’re located in you bladder. I must admit that I am a bit pitiful.
The good news is that I get to eat some special and really yummy food for the next two weeks. I also get to eat lots and lots of peanut butter, which my mommy uses to camouflage the not-so-yummy pills that I have to take for two weeks. After I have finished the pills and food, my mommy gets to collect another sample (woo hoo). Hopefully, that sample will show that I am cured.
Meanwhile, my mommy is spoiling me rotten . . . even more than usual. Last night, she set my bed up (with a couple of my friends) in front of the television for an evening of Animal Planet. I dozed off before she could even change the channel. Rest, I think, will be my best medicine.