Recently our dog Charly became very ill. After three days with little improvement we took him to the "doggie hospital." The girls were very concerned. They drew his blood, put in an IV and ran lots of tests.
The verdict?
We have a prissy dog. . . and apparently we aren't prissy dog people.
The vet said it was likely just something he ate (maybe even a funky mushroom that grows in our yard--but probably something Rob gave him and shouldn't have). Charly's doctor scolded us for buying cheap dog food and allowing him to eat any scraps (again, that would be Rob--he is a sucker for big sad eyes. . .on girls or dogs, apparently). Then he sent us home with this:
. . .wait. . .we have a DOG right? Apparently that aspect of his identity is negotiable! It is true that the neighbor's cat is bigger than our dog, but is size the issue here?
Size aside, he does allow us to hold him like a baby, he needs regular grooming (another area we fail at--in case you forgot here is a little reminder) and we can't take him in the forest because his white fur gets mucky and full of sticks and stuff.
But cat food?! Really?!
. . .did I mention he licks his paws. . .?
2 comments:
I swear my daughter's new puppy is a cat wearing a dog suit so perhpas the vet stocks food for weirdy animals like ours?!?!!?
He's so cute though.
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