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You stink.
Love, Mom.
I made new covers for my pillows!
And somebody likes them:
A:
Surprised? This time it was one of the frozen raw bones that the dogwalker gives her. Guess it was too frozen, because she stashed it on my bed to eat later, then forgot about it.
Whereupon it thawed out, and oozed blood and meat juice through my blankets. I got to sleep with raw meat last night!
Someone had to have her bum squeezed at the vet yesterday:
She hates the vet. I’m not too happy to keep going there, either, but my reasons are more financial than fear-based. But Miss Thing had a couple of bodily-fluid leaks (all over my sheets, no less) within a week, she was overdue for a rabies shot, and I had some time, so off we went.
Next time we walk up to the vet, though, we’ll avoid walking past the giant German shepherd up on the roof of the flat-fix place.
The bodily fluids leaked? Anal gland juice last week, and then three big piles of bile a few days ago. Again, right on my sheets, and near my head. The anal juice leaked through to the mattress, too. Tasty! I think I got it out with some vinegar, though.
The vet told me that her anal glands were “very full” and that her anus was irritated. Well, I’ll bet, considering she did a long scoot across the sidewalk shortly before the appointment, with a spiral-scoot flourish. So now I have a dog with empty anal glands and a prescription for butt ointment.
You’ve got that flashy thing out again, haven’t you?
Still not really eating. A few nibbles here and there, but so far I haven’t found a food that she really, really is interested in. So the force-feeding continues apace. Less, though, because I’m supposed to be backing off it to let her get hungry enough to eat something.
Of course, one of my problems is the fact that because I live in a studio now, there’s nowhere to feed her where Frick and Frack can’t get at the food.
And yes, they do get at the food.
Sugarplum’s still losing weight, because she’s not eating enough, but in other ways she seems to be improving. Her bowels are working again, she’s doing a lot more of the stuff she did before she got sick, such as greet me at the door and get into the bathtub to drink from the faucet. She’s also swatting the dog away when she has had enough of the chewing (and the fact that the dog is bugging her is, I feel, a good sign).
She’s just, you know, not eating. Not enough. And to tell you the truth, I’m getting a little tired of feeding her like this. She’s tired of it, too. But she hasn’t quite twigged to the concept that if she would just eat something, we could stop this routine.
Though we’ve gotten the whole force-feeding business down to a science, with the towel and the kneeling-while-pinning and the crankyass growling-while-smacking.
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