I woke up super early this morning so that I was ready when I called the vet at 7:30. I'm like 2 minutes away and I wanted to be ready to come in if he said "come on in", but of course he didn't. He (the vet actually was answering the phone at 7:30 this morning) said he would work us in at 2:00.
Here is a photo of Lola's paw (keep in mind it looks about 100% better than it did yesterday... you know it always works that way when you finally are going to the doctor):
Here's Lola in the waiting room. Isn't she being such an sweetie?
Such a sweetie until two lab mixes come in and she bales off the bench and into full on attack mode. Then the lab mixes come at us in attack mode and Lola wasn't backing down. Luckily there was a lot of bark and a little scrapping, but no bite! I think I suffered the worst wounds (scratches). Then we promptly got kicked out of the waiting room and into one of the exam rooms since we were now trouble-makers.
Lola in exile...
Thanks Lola for embarrassing your mom! This is the point in the trip where she was getting lectures about acting right, not fighting, and if you're going to fight, you should darn well pick one with someone your own size!
The vet took a culture of her paw and because of all the licking, she has bacteria in it. She is now on a round of antibiotics and prescription strength antihistamines. She may have to go to the topical steroid spray, but will have to be certain not to ingest any of it (via licking) and I don't want to start this before I leave for my trip. No offense to the grandparents who will be keeping Lola, but I don't trust anyone with that project. The consequences are too dire (shutting down her pancreas). To be fair, I also figure nobody probably wants to take that project on either!
Here is a photo of Lola's paw (keep in mind it looks about 100% better than it did yesterday... you know it always works that way when you finally are going to the doctor):
Here's Lola in the waiting room. Isn't she being such an sweetie?
Such a sweetie until two lab mixes come in and she bales off the bench and into full on attack mode. Then the lab mixes come at us in attack mode and Lola wasn't backing down. Luckily there was a lot of bark and a little scrapping, but no bite! I think I suffered the worst wounds (scratches). Then we promptly got kicked out of the waiting room and into one of the exam rooms since we were now trouble-makers.Lola in exile...
Thanks Lola for embarrassing your mom! This is the point in the trip where she was getting lectures about acting right, not fighting, and if you're going to fight, you should darn well pick one with someone your own size!The vet took a culture of her paw and because of all the licking, she has bacteria in it. She is now on a round of antibiotics and prescription strength antihistamines. She may have to go to the topical steroid spray, but will have to be certain not to ingest any of it (via licking) and I don't want to start this before I leave for my trip. No offense to the grandparents who will be keeping Lola, but I don't trust anyone with that project. The consequences are too dire (shutting down her pancreas). To be fair, I also figure nobody probably wants to take that project on either!
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