Sadie's day started out like every other in her little, furry world. Spoiled and delightful.
|Loving the afternoon sunshine.|
But it quickly went downhill when I put her leash on her in the afternoon and started out the back, not the front door. The front door means a walk. The back door bean I'm up to no good. It means I'm the meanest momma in the whole world. It means torture and mistreatment and a demand for intervention from protective services. She's no fool...she knew it meant we were headed to the vet.
She is having skin issues. Again. This time they think the mystery issue is perhaps a thyroid problem. Great. She also has fleas. Which I feel endless guilt about because I had NO IDEA. None. At all. She has shown no signs. It was not why we were there. And unrelated to her skin issues. That was just a fun added bonus. Oh and while we were there, we had her anal glands expressed. If you have no experience with that, it is every bit as wonderful as it sounds. Nearly an hour and a half of the dog trembling the entire time, blood work, special meds, prescription bubble bath and a nauseatingly enormous bill later, we were headed home for part two of Sadie's day-o-no-fun.
The glad expression smells bad. But then they so kindly clean her rear end off with a solution that I can only describe as smelling like the dunked her stinky heiney into a vat of your grandmother's most powerful floral perfume. It takes a bad situation and makes it so much worse. I gag on the drive home. Every. Single. Time. Oh and we do this every 2-4 months. So an immediate bath is required for us to peacefully co-exist again.
|Wet is not her best look. She's only half her size without the fluff.|
She hates being wet. Like, the way cats hate being wet.
But we now had in hand a prescription bubble bath. That had the added bonus of requiring a 10 minute pause between me sudsing her up and rinsing her off. Let me paint that picture for you. Wet, terrified, unhappy, shaking, cold puppy trying to get out of the tub and me, also now wet and covered in fur and soap suds, trying to make sure she doesn't get hurt. Longest 10 minutes of our lives.
|Not happy with her momma.|
Poor, pathetic pup was flat out exhausted after all of that. She barely moved from this spot all evening.
Until...the storms blew into town! Thunder and lightening and a dog flipping out made for a really relaxing evening. She's barking and hiding and I'm holding her, in all her wet dog glory, to help calm her down.
Fear not though, she will survive. She had a treat of turkey bacon in her dinner as a reward for being such a good sport.
But that special bubble bath...she needs two more this week alone! It's going to be a long, wet week.