Pretty Pink Poo Diaries - Episode 3
Comin' at ya,
but still not out from under the woe.
I'm afraid I am feeling rather even more sorry for myself.
So the good news is that the antibiotics helped to clear up my foot infection and, after all that horrid nausea, vomiting and other unspeakable indignities
(let's just say I wasn't my 'regular' self)
I was actually feeling much better.
until dipstick MPJ decided that we were doing so well
that a long hike down for a seaside picnic on Vashon Island would be a great idea.
You'dda thought someone with her background would have much more sense.
The other good news is that I got spend the day hanging out with my new BFF,
Noah the OCD-ball-obsessed Border Collie.
He's so goofy and cute, and he's kind and he's sweet,
he doesn't have a mean bone in his body.
It always makes me feel good when I get to hang out with him.
Noah's pet Dave spent hours chucking sticks for him,
which was pretty entertaining.
Goofy dog, that's not a stick - it's a log!
... can you see why we So Love Vashon!
And still on with the good news.
On the way home we called in at my favourite pet shop,
where they have a scale....
13 lbs 9 oz !!!
Those green bean snacks are really making a difference.
Or is it that nausea and vomiting and unmentionables
have caused another 4 oz weight loss?
We are now 48 - 23 = 25 oz to go.
And the bad news?
That stupid long walk up and down that hill?
Well, guess who's going back to the vet.
Before, it was only 2 pads that were swollen;
now it's the entire paw.
And the pain of that is
compared to wearing the
Foot-Sock of Shame.
There is nothing for it but to try and nap away the hours until the vet can see me.
This is Pants.