Monday, April 17, 2006
(Flounder does the 3-legged gallop)
It was time for Feather's annual check up last Friday and Flounder had been favoring a paw for a two days, so I loaded them both into the Jeep and off we went to the vet.
Our vet is a great guy who always treats you as if your pets were the only reason for him being there. This was our first visit to the newly constructed vet clinic and I was happy to see that the waiting room was much larger than the old place. One of the downsides of rural life in the south is the prevalence of Pit Bulls and I never have enjoyed sitting near one in a crowded vet waiting room.
(note to pit bull lovers...yes, I've met "nice" ones, but I would not trust them for a second, no...it's not how you raise them, they've been bred to be aggressive and unrelenting in their attacks...they're like a time bomb waiting to go off and they do it more often and with more ferocity than any other dog breed. Personally, I favor extinction of the breed, but at least treat them like the deadly weapon that they are. I have to meet certain requirements and buy an expensive license to carry my concealed firearm in society, the pitbull owner should have to do at least that much)
Whew! I guess I needed to say that. Now that I've angered about 1/4 of the rural population, I 'll get back to the topic...
What was the topic?
The vet visit starts with a weight check. I always dread this part with Feather, because she's got a little problem in that area. Flounder on the other hand could eat hamburgers and ice cream every day and never gain a pound.
Feather stepped up on the scale and I held my breath...90 lbs. I was thinking of my excuses, "Gee Doc, she must be eating the other dog's food" or I could blame it on the kids...
"Great" the vet says, he checks the chart, she's lost 6 pounds.
You go girl! I rubbed her head and then it's Flounder's turn.
72 pounds. Flounder has lost about 2 pounds even though we are constantly giving him the best leftovers and goodies. Oh well...
The dogs are thoroughly poked and prodded, Feather gets the new 3 year rabies vaccine, Flounder's sore paw turns out to be an infected toe.
The vet notices the goopy eye boogers in both dogs and suspects conjuctivitis, but decides to check for tear production since they are both over 10 years old. Tiny tear measuring strips are inserted into their eye between the eyeball and the lower eyelid.
Results: Feather zero tear production, Flounder almost zero. (they are siblings by the way). So they get cyclosporin prescription drops to stimulate tear production.
Also, Flounder gets an antibiotic ointment for his toe, an oral antibiotic for his toe, and a painkiller for his toe. In addition, I get heartworm prevention pills and a topical flea killer product for all 3 dogs.
$$$KA-CHING, KA-CHING$$$ (remember when registers actually made that sound?)
Back out in the waiting room, the receptionist takes the bill from the vet's file, glances at it and says, "Are you ready?"
That's never a good sign.
$300. OUCH! ARGHHH!
Three days later and Flounder is putting weight on his foot again and you can tell he feels better. I'm glad...
...but I'm still in pain.