Saturday, September 24, 2011

No Pills Gonna Cure My Ill

So, dog goes in for his cortisone shot, because he's itchy. But we can't just have cortisone, because he hasn't had a check-up for over a year, he must also have a check-up. While there, the vet notes his teeth are disgusting, which isn't good for his health so we book in a teeth-cleaning, but because he's an older man, he has to have a blood-panel first. All on the blood panel looks well, except for some number which has to do with his gallbladder. He might have gallstones, which would explain the occasional vomiting. Or he might not, and he just vomits because he's a dog and if a dog isn't a little disgusting, they lose their union card. But the only way we can confirm this is...


that's right, more tests.
Thank St. Francis for pet insurance.

3 Comments:

Blogger Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

I somehow remember an episode of St. Elsewhere that was a little something like this...except less dog and more little old lady.

2:50 PM  
Anonymous MidLyfeMama said...

Oh been there, done that. And we don't have pet insurance.

4:09 PM  
Blogger Runs Like A Gay said...

It wouldn't be so bad if they ever pretended to be grateful for the treatment, but all they ever do is look at you as the vet does the boosters with an agonising "why??!!!" in their eyes.

5:37 AM  

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