Well, my heart knew it, but my brain went all kinds of places. Max has this sort of weird thing on his chest – a black round thing – and it frankly scared the crap out of me.
Too many dogs have been diagnosed recently.
Dr. Dave looked at it, touched it, squeezed it, and pronounced it……………………an inverted nipple. I am not a religious person, rarely even do I consider myself a Christian, but let me tell you, I whispered a “thank you, Jesus!” at that moment. Then I told Dr. Dave I loved him. 🙂
Sir Maxwell has an ear infection. An ugly mess, really, and I feel bad that I didn’t know how bad it is. Dr. Dave cleaned a boatload of gunk out of his ear, gave me drops and ear wash and antibiotics and gave him a shot of cortisone. I’m sad, but relieved. He’s sick, but it’s not a bad sick, it’s a fix with meds sick. Phew. He must be feeling a bit better, he did his practice for me when I offered cheese – this is a daily routine when I fix his Dad’s lunch, Max gets a bit of cheese too. Not for free, of course, he has to do his sits, downs, etc. Yesterday he wasn’t even interested in cheese, so I knew something was off.