Violated

So this is me sitting quietly in my carseat post vet visit, only slightly annoyed.

 

Sitting.

 

On my tushy.

 

My violated tushy.

 

I’ve had a little gastrointestinal distress. Mama was almost panicked this morning, waiting to take me to the doctor. Everything’s ‘pancreatitis’ when my tummy goes wonky. Mom once had a schnauzer cross the rainbow bridge from an acute case of pancreatitis, so now she’s a bit neurotic and cautious. I also honk like a goose sometimes. This is known as reverse sneezing, or so they say. Nothing to worry about mama, just blow in my nose and we’ll be fine.

 

So, I met my new vet today. You see, Dr. Alex has moved on to a different pasture. She comforted mama and me when I returned after exploring Jackson for 15 days, a couple years ago. She’s gentle, kind, the bee’s knees. We love her big.

 

A little birdie told us where to find Dr. Katherine.

 

Dr. K also is caring and compassionate, a splendid veterinarian. She loved me silly. She spoke of how calm I was. 😳

 

I’m carrying a little Covid weight, 12.4 pounds. The office staff consoled me with stories of their own Covid weight gain. They tell me I’m a fine specimen of a schnauzer, and the extra weight was probably due to my collar, tracking device, and beeper.

 

Our visit was a wonderful reunion with Dr. Katherine, as she took care of George W years ago, God rest his soul. We are treating annoying tummy symptoms conservatively. I’ve nausea meds, probiotics, and soon I will get my high dolla teeth cleaned.

 

Leaving the vet office, we return to toss laundry in a dryer. LEO were either celebrating Taco Tuesday, or there was some sketchy stuff going on in the restaurant, next to our laundry. Me thinks the latter.

 

I was denied the offered pup cup at DQ today, which nearly sent me over the edge. Mama says next time, when my tummy’s healed.

 

Mama’s driving us home with promises of chicken and rice dinner, and for the first time ever, I lay down in my car seat, snuggled in tight along with my warm blankie.

 

Mama loves me or she wouldn’t subject me to rectal thermometers and humiliating butt squeezes.

 

I feel better tonight. It’s all good.

 

Merry Christmas my friends.

 

Maggie Rose 🐾