I actually managed to let my nose get a bit pink on Thursday. Ha ha ha! This sunshine, like, rules, and stuff. I almost put my bikini on Friday morning for my 10am-3pm sun session. Then I remembered that I always bitch at my friends and Michael when they get burned or spend too much time in the sun. Not to mention that I think tanning salons deserve the title of "Cancer Merchant" just as much as cigarette companies. So, I restained myself from my hypocracy and put a hat on. Yay me.
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Loki was having peeing problems again, so Michael took him to the vet and (after sedating him because he still isn't comfortable with strangers touching him on his belly) they did an ultrasound and found that his bladder walls are four times thicker than they should be! They also found little gritty things in there that they said might be tiny bladder stones. My poor, big, nasty, slobbery baby. This is what he looked like when he came home all stoned:
The vet gave us some antibiotics, so hopefully that will at least bring the bladder swelling down. Thank god for pet insurance at times like this.
Why do purebred animals seem to have so many medical problems? Hustler never needs anything besides food and his vaccinations. I think my Ridgeback, Bean, is the only purebred dog I've ever had that was as low-maintence as a mutt. Then again, when you breed a dog for baying lions, you wanna make sure it's not gonna get the vapors on you or anything.
Also, the antibiotics are giving Loki worse gas than usual. Thank god we've been spending so much time outside.
1 comment:
Aw. Poor Loki. I hope he feels better.
And you -- get a decent camera.
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