
Today I went to the doggy doctor. My daddy said I had to go because I have a bump on my tummy. It doesn't hurt me, but he says he worries about it.
The day seemed like a normal day until daddy put me in the Prius. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but once I get inside the whole world moves around and I see lots of neat things. I keep hitting my head on these invisible barriers that daddy calls windows. I've only been in the Prius three times, but I'll get the hang of it eventually. He said I did much better today because I didn't fall behind the seats when he stopped.
When we got to the doggy doctor daddy wanted me to go to the bathroom, but it was raining so I wouldn't listen. So we went inside this new building I have never smelled before. It smelled like a thousand doggies!
When we got inside, the ladies with funny white coats behind the counter were saying how pretty I was, so I tried to jump up on the counter to say hi. Daddy said I was being bad and he made me put my front paws back on the ground. I think they were going to give me treats, so I tried it a couple more times before I left. Eventually I figured out that I wasn't supposed to do this, so I gave up.... for now.
We waited in this area with benches and seats for a bit. It smelled like other doggies had used the bathroom in there. There was lots of things to smell, but daddy said I was being a good calm little girl while we waited.
After about five minutes I got to go in the back. They wanted me to stand on this funny metal thing so they could see how much I weigh. Daddy kept calling me a wiggle worm, and the lady said I weighed 49.5 pounds. I thought I was heavier than that, but I think it was because I wasn't cooperating. There was just too many good smells for me in there!
Next we went into a closet with a trash can and a table in there. Daddy said it was was the room where they examine doggies for problems, but it looked like a closet to me. He told me the doctor would look at my bump while petting me and making sure I was in good health, then I could leave the closet and go home.
Once the doctor came in he was asking daddy all kinds of questions about me while some other lady was petting me and preventing me from sniffing around. The doctor put this cold metal thing that was attached to his hears on my chest. He said my heart sounded good, and said I was a pretty girl.
The doctor seemed concerned that I haven't been going to the bathroom that well. So they stuck something inside my butt to check for worms. It didn't feel that great, but everyone seemed happy so I sat there like a good girl. Later, Daddy said I didn't have any worms, which is good.
The doctor decided to give me some more worming medicine just as a precaution because I am still showing signs of having them. Last I checked I didn't carry around any worms with me, but Daddy said they might be inside my body somewhere. They think it could be whipworms. I don't know what that means really, but daddy said they gave me some medicine that looks like the steroids that baseball players use. He said it should help me get rid of the remaining worms.The doctor said the way I got my belly bump is from when I had my surgery to prevent me from having puppies. He said it's a hernia. Then he told me once I am able to go potty normally again that I will need to go back to the funny smelling building and get an operation. Daddy said not to worry because they know that Greyhounds need special attention when it comes to anesthesia. I don't know what that means, but daddy helped me spell it. He said it's not anna-sneeze-uh, but that's what it sounds like to me.
Daddy said I was a good girl today and that everyone loved me. In fact, at one point there were three or four people coming in the closet, err examination room, to see me and give me attention. They even liked my tattoo on my belly. I liked going there because I got lots of treats and everyone wanted to pet me. Daddy said I was "working it." Whatever that means....
That's all for now. I will let you know when I am all better.
1 comments:
i'm glad you are feeling better belle. the doctors with the cold hands will take good care of you the next time you have to go back. oh, and if you DON'T put your feet on the counter they will give you treats! cute blog.
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