I have a dog named Molly, who I think I’ve talked about before. Molly has Addison’s disease and requires a monthly shot to keep her alive. She’s very sweet, incredibly loyal, a little on the large side (about 80 lbs), looks like a bit like a Holstein cow (hence the nickname Molly Moo) and, if truth be told, a little on the dim side occasionally. But she’s my Moo and I love her to tears. My husband says we have a special connection because we both have to shoot up.
The infamous, fabulous Molly Moo (aka Moomi, Molly Dolly, Moo-Moo, Pumpkin). For some reason, her brown ear went straight up about a year ago and has stayed that way. So picture her with her ear up...
Molly went to the doctor today to get her shot. When we were there about four weeks ago, she had a blood test done to make sure everything was okay. She’d been looking a little down lately, and had had some trouble with her back legs on a walk we took, so we were a little worried. At the vet today, he said her test results showed that a couple of numbers were a little out of range for her kidneys. Odd, ironic, crazy that my dog’s tests are the same ones I would have, and that her results are the stuff I dread will happen with my results.
In order to test further, they need a urine sample from Molly Moo. My husband has already informed me I’m in charge of this. Also odd, ironic, crazy because my mother’s dog required a urine sample about a month ago and I was incredulous. “How do you get pee from a dog?” She told me she used the drip pan from the George Foreman grill and slid it under her dog while she was relieving herself. I hope I still have my Foreman grill from ten years ago hidden in a cabinet somewhere. I can already see the circus that’s going to be my backyard later tonight…
I’m a little worried about Moo, but I know she’s in good hands with her doctor, who’s a specialist in his field. I wonder if he sees human patients…
As always, more to come…
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