Poor David...Got A Cold
Well, I won’t lie to you, this hasn’t been the best week ever. I was all psyched to work with the Boarders over the weekend, and hang out with the Easter Bunny when, all of a sudden, I just started feeling really, really yucky. “Yes, all of a sudden, at 2:00AM Saturday morning, all over the comforter I had just cleaned.”-Editor/Mom
Wasn’t my fault, like I said, it happened really fast. That was the only time I got sick on our bed, though. The other times were downstairs and outside. Yuck, I hate getting sick! I wasn’t hungry either, even though Mom made me rice, which I usually like a lot.
“He stopped throwing up, his gums were still pink and his temperature was a normal 101.6, so we figured we’d just keep an eye on him for awhile.”-Editor/Mom
I didn’t feel like doing much, especially after being violated by that thermometer, so I just hung around all day.
“Yeah, he didn’t look so good, and he wasn’t any fun at all.”-Jazzy
“He seemed to get a little life back in the middle of the day, so I brought him and Jazzy with me for some errands. He wanted to play (which we didn’t) and even ate a cookie at the bank, so I figured he was feeling better.”-Editor/Mom
I thought I was feeling better, too. Then, just like in the middle of the night, I was sick all over again. This time I had the runs too, and I barely made it outside. Yuck!
“Yeah, this wasn’t a good sign. Time to put that smoked salmon we were having for dinner on hold and take a trip to the ER in Brentwood. We didn’t want to wait and have to go in the middle of the night. Dave had no idea where we were headed.”-Editor/Mom
The first thing they did was violate me with another thermometer.
“Still 101.6 degrees.”-Editor/Mom
I could’ve told them that. Then they started touching me all over, poking and prodding me everywhere. I didn’t like where this was headed at all, but it didn’t seem like I had much choice. They were all really nice, seemed to know what they were doing, and I didn’t want to look like a baby, so I gave in and let them.
“They took him in for X-Rays to see if he’d eaten anything he wasn’t supposed to.”-Editor/Mom
Which I hadn’t, and could’ve told them if they’d asked. I might like to destroy stuff, but I never eat the remains. There was more touching and poking and prodding, which apparently proved I needed to have shots to fix whatever was ailing me.
“Yup, 1 ½ hours and $466.35 later, I left with my poked, prodded, medicated dog, a diagnosis of Gastro-Enteritus, 3 prescriptions and the usual bland diet instructions for said diagnosis.”-Editor/Mom
As you can imagine, I was pretty wiped out after all that.
I spent the rest of the night curled up with Mom & Auntie Jen. I didn’t even care when she had those good-smelling snacks. I wasn’t hungry at all ‘til the next morning. I loved my new boiled chicken and rice breakfast, but was not at all happy about all of those pills being crammed down my throat. I tried clamping my teeth together as hard as I could, but soon figured out that I wasn’t going to win this battle either.Did I hear them say 10 days of medicine? Yuck! Auntie Jen taught me the “Open” command, so things are going a lot smoother now. And I guess the pills work, cause I started feeling better. I couldn’t play with my friends at Camp, but got to hang out with Mom in the office.
By Wednesday I was good enough for a walk in the park with Jazzy and some playtime with my pals at Camp, which was cool cause I hadn’t seen them all week, and I especially didn’t want to miss Carl’s Birthday Party.
I’ve still got a few days left of my meds, but am happy to be feeling better. I guess all of the pokers and prodders at the Veterinary Emergency & Surgery Hospital in Brentwood aren’t that bad after all.