March 8th 2013 8:09 pm
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Hey everypup ~Scooter here~
Last time I was on here I told you how down in the dumps I had been feeling. How I had to get a butt squeeze and a buzzed butt from the V-E-T. Who I am telling you right now if I saw him at a dog park I would run away as fast as I could. In fact I think he should be locked up because of how he violates my body poking me and stuffing things in me every time I am at his office. But I digress.
I was still not feeling good on Tuesday, but Mom thought I was just sulking from the previous nights violation. No Mom, I don't feel good. I wouldn't even sniff chiggen or look at water.
Which was apparent the next morning when Mom picked me up out of bed (I like sleeping in longer than can be allowed before she leaves for "work") and I screamed. Mom panicked and called the nice lady at the front desk of the V-E-T and instead of heading back to comfy bed for a day long nap I was out the door with Mom. The word "enema" was used a couple times and let me tell you, my world would have been less traumatized had I never experienced my first one a couple years ago.
Mom did a drop and go - which is not what a dog would think it is. She just dumped me at the V-E-T and strolled out the door headed to "work".
I spent the day at the V-E-T having my blood drawn, an update on my distemper - and dis dogs temper *badabing* - eating 2 cans of dog food (I didn't know it came in the uncrunchy version when Santa Paws wasn't around), being spoiled and told how cute I am, and best of all no butt flush.
Last night I still was under the weather and again this morning when Mom picked me up I yelped. Of course she called the V-E-T and lucky an appointment at 9 was open w/ Dr.B and she took it. Thinking we would just go down and have Dr.B just assure Mom everything was ok, this was not how the day turned out. Pretty much it sucked.
First I was nuked with xrays, which gave the news that I have a herniated disc.
Then somebody in a mask leaned over me and told me to count SNACKS I'd like to eat. I got to 3 paws and the next thing I knew I woke up and my mouth felt really different.
8 teeth less different! All my top front teeth - gone. A side top tooth - gone. I have fresh breath and shiny polished teeth, those that remain.
Good news is as follows:
*the surgery was later in the day so I was still a bit woozy on my feet
when we got home.
*Mom got antibiotics and pain pill messed up so I see double rainbows dude!
*I get canned food with gravy and none of the other dogs do until my teeth feel better.
*Mom brings me water in a special ceramic cup to drink out of.
*I barked at the garage kitteh and I still sound the same. BOL!
Well I'm feeling a bit droozy and am going to ask Mom for a lift up to the couch.
Sniff at ya later ~Scooter~
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Oh, I hopes ya feels better soon, Scooter....
OMD, sending you some POTP!
Oh man! You have had it Ruff!
Let's hope you are all fixed up now. Are ya gonna go to the crack-o-practor to get your hermanated dish fixed?
Sendin PoP your way!
Oh my goodness!!!! So much POP coming your way!
Oh no! That is terrible. Except fur the special food part. Hope you are feeling better very soon. POP coming your way!
Eben in pain, yu still got it, dude :D
I r sendin' twuckwoads ob POtP tu yu, Scooter-Pup. Nod feewin' gud r nod fun, bud here r hopin' dat yu will find dubble pots ob MEATZ™ at da end ob da dubble wainbows yu r seein', fanks tu da dwugses :D