I woke up and let the dogs out. I fed the dogs and let them out again. I took a bathe and ate and let the dogs out again. I went to work. I got back here at one and let the dogs out two or three more times. I went back to work until 5:30. At 5:30 I went to the animal hospital and did about two hours of TLC. I was beat. I was so glad to get back to the doctor's house.
I decided I would walk the dogs. I started out and I noticed that the black shepherd, Thor, was wiping at his eyes. I thought maybe it was no-see-ums, so I just kept walking. I brought the dogs home.
I decided to retire, but I walked back out to check the dogs and saw that the skin around Thor's eyes were swollen. The hospital phone roster on the doctor's fridge is ancient. I called C. She said, "Call the doctor."
Well, geez... the doctor is in Europe and its five hours later there. So I am waking up some Brits, the doctor and her husband around 2 a.m. (GULP!)
OK... she tells me what to get at the hospital and I go. I get to the hospital and she calls and instructs me in the proper dosing and what to do if the meds don't work.
I come back home. I remember the doctor telling me years ago that an mL and a cc are the same measure, but this is too important to botch, so I call Cristy again to verify the fact.
The doctor advised me to bring a muzzle for Thor... but he didn't need it. He stood for the first injection and laid down under a table through the second injection. Such a good dog.
My alarm clock is set for midnight so I can check on his progress and I have instructions on what to do if he gets worse, including how to pay the emergency clinic.
I think everything is going to be all right. I sure hope so.
If it isn't, I'm gonna need some Coca-cola in a couple of hours. I'm whipped.
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