This month has not been a very good one. First off, after we came back from Wisconsin I started to have some tummy trouble and had to go back on Carafate. Then that cleared up and I was feeling okay until I had to go to the vet for my annual checkup. I got very upset at the vet, which is odd. I don't really like going to the checkup vet, but I don't usually get really upset, but I was shaking in the waiting room and kept wanting to leave when we got into our examination room. The vet came in and gave me my shots and checked me out and said I looked really good for my age and the fact that I have had some tummy troubles and the broken back and all and then she let me go, but she told Mommy that I needed to come back in two weeks for a second part of my Lyme shot. This is new, but it is necessary because my predecessor, Boo, got Lyme even when he had been vaccinated for it all his life. The second half of the Lyme shot protects against the variant that Boo had gotten. When we got home I moped and got a bit of a fever, which often happens when I have my distemper shot. (Mommy says that is my own fault because every time she thinks I can avoid getting the distemper shot I go and do something like fight with Walter, catch a feral cat or a squirrel, or, like this year, all three.) So Mommy let me mope.
The next morning I woke up, jumped out of bed and threw up. Back on Carafate I went. Things would get straightened up and then after I was off Carafate for about a week I'd start throwing up again. Then I started pooping in the house while Mommy was out. Mommy was getting upset about that, but since I was pooping in only one room she put papers down while we tried to get things straightened out. I also started waking her up at 10:30 p.m. every night having panic attacks. After a couple weeks (and after I pooped and peed in the house) Mommy decided to take me to the chiropractor to see if maybe I was having back pain. I like the chiropractor vet and was happy to go there. She said my back wasn't too bad, but did a little bit of adjustment to my hip area and I went home to sleep. I didn't get to sleep though because when we got home Mommy discovered that both the bathtub and kitchen sink were backed up and when she called the plumber they said they could come right away. They did which was nice, but what wasn't nice was that the pipes were all corroded and they couldn't open one up to clean it out and had to cut a whole section off and replace it and the kitchen drain fell apart in the guy's hand while he was taking it apart! Mommy was watching him do it so she knows he didn't do anything. Anyway, I didn't get any sleep because I kept having to help the plumbers. But I did get to finally sleep when they left and I slept all the rest of the day and through the night and I felt much better and I stopped pooping and peeing in the house.
When I went in for my second Lyme shot Mommy made arrangements for me to not have to go in the back room with the vet techs in hopes that I wouldn't get so upset I'd set my tummy off again, but even though I waited in the car until they were ready for me and then went into the out door and got the shot and went right back to the car the next day I threw up first thing in the morning again. Since then my tummy hasn't been totally right and I feel good for a few days and then I have tummy troubles again for a few days, then I feel good again, then troubles. Mommy is at a total loss for what is wrong with me but she does say that eating every dead thing I find on our walks can't be helping. I don't see why that would be, and I'm not telling her what I think, and I am still making sure to wake her up at 11:30 at night for post time change panic attacks. Mommy keeps saying the word "Prozac" around me. Last night I woke Mommy up at 10:00, 11:30, 3:00, 4:30 and 7:00 and today is another bad tummy day after having had three days of good tummy. So, anyway, I need all you dogs and cats and humans and whatever else out there who read my blog to think good thoughts for me so that my tummy can feel better and I won't need to see the checkup vet to get whatever this Prozac stuff is.
Things haven't been all bad this month though. I got to go on some hikes and very long walks and play ball and stuff. Also, Auntie Naomi came into town and even though I didn't get to see her she brought me a stuffed animal! I was very happy to have it and danced around the house with it. BUT there has been some talk on the internet that I am spoiled because after the snow melted this month Mommy went out and picked up all my stuffed animals that had been lost in the snow all winter and put them on the line to dry. There were sixty of them hanging out there and Mommy thought it looked funny so she took a picture of it and posted it on TwitPic.
Some people seemed to think that being able to lose sixty toys and not really miss them meant that I am spoiled. I don't think I am. So Mommy and I got all my toys out and Mommy counted and I only own 98 stuffies and an unknown number of balls and bones. Here they are:
So, as you can see, I am NOT spoiled and I DO need those toys from Auntie Naomi each time she comes into town.