By now y’all know that Thursday a week past I had to go to the big vet. By the “big vet” I mean I didn’t go to one of the local vets my Humans take me to for minor stuff.
Before they put me in this room with my Humans, the vet tech put me on the scale…the moment of truth had arrived…y’all know I’ve been on diet and increased exercise…
“Papa, do you think I could get out that window before the vet gets in here?”
It seems Dr. E moved away after 15 years and I was going to meet the vet who replaced him, Dr. G.
Seems my Humans and the vet were more concerned with my eye and ear than the scale. Fortunately it was determined that it was allergy.
I have to get eye drops 3 times a day and ointment at bedtime plus ear drops once a day. I also get my allergy pills and my regular allergy shots.
The spot on my right eye has grown larger this past year, but it is on the lower lid. If drops and ointment work and I escape surgery, I’m a happy camper.
So I escaped without any comment about the mean scale.
My Human unfortunately did not forget, so, the diet continues! GGGRRRRR…
To make matters worse, I’m 8 years old today…doesn’t that mean I’m an official senior?
I sure hope my Humans don’t go off lookin’ for a senior diet dog food!!! What do y’all think? You think they will?
Y’all come back now!