Today was Buster's follow-up appointment at the vet.
He's feeling a lot better, meaning he's sitting and laying down without too much protest, and last night he even pawed/grabbed at my feet when I tried to come inside. A BIG change from 6 nights ago when he refused to lay down and whimpered all night.
I'm thankful he's feeling better.
But in the process of taking him to get his open wounds checked, I was scratched in three places, while at the vet trying to hold him he threw his head back into my nose (which is still throbbing an hour later), and then he peed on me before we left. Nice doggy.
It wasn't the same doctor we saw Monday, and he had a different take on the quarantine/rabies possibility issue. All said and done, we may be taking down his prison gates this evening.
Now if we can just survive ten more days of trying to get his meds in him, I can relax.
This whole ordeal has been absolutely crazy.
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I'm confused....what happened? What did I miss???? Did something hurt Buster?!
One reason we don't have a dog!! I have my sister's dog this week and I have to give her insulin shots!
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