Pretty uneventful week.
Unless you count an ER visit and not one, but two instances of my discovering and retrieving dead bodies.
Oh, and the playoffs. Oy, the playoffs. Thank goodness LeBron James and the Cavs won this series. I don’t know how my human would handle their elimination. I don’t want to find out, either.
Today I visited the ER for the second time in two weeks. Yay! I had this really weird bubble on my belly. My humans tried to diagnose it but since they’re missing about four years of veterinary school, they decided to take me to the ER. (Kristin: I’m going to take this opportunity to do a public service announcement. If you don’t have pet insurance, I highly recommend it. While the previous ER visit was only $127, today’s visit was $250. Ugh. Pet insurance reimburses 80% of those expenses, thankfully.)
The doctor checked me out and then had all her helpers hold me down while she jabbed me with a needle! Blech! (They also took my temperature in a way I’d rather not discuss.) Turns out there was pus inside the bubble, so the doctor figures I got bit by a spider and it got infected. Now I have to take antibiotics for two weeks. On a side note, I weigh 38 pounds now.
Yesterday, I found a dead baby bird while on a walk so I brought it home to play with later. When my human saw it, she darn near had a coronary. I thought it was delightful, but she kept gagging and yelling because she had to pick it up and throw it away. I was laughing like a hyena.
Since that was such an enjoyable experience, I sniffed out a dead baby squirrel on one of my walks today. I picked it up and kept it hidden in my mouth until we got home. Then I dropped it on the step so my human would get a good look at it in the light. She screamed bloody murder over that one. Good times.
By the way, I heard some talk about how I must be a “cadaver dog.” Not sure what that means but if it has something to do with dead animals, count me in. (Kristin: For a fleeting moment I considered taking a picture of the crime scene but decided it was too gory. I’m still gagging.)
I guess I should have been a tad nicer (or at least paced myself with the whole cadaver dog pranks), considering she made more of those peanut butter pumpkin bones for me. If you missed the homemade dog treats recipe, you can bookmark it for future reference. You totally should, because they’re ah-ma-zing! (Kristin: I made a big batch of dog bones and put most of them in the freezer so they wouldn’t go bad. Lesson learned.)