Forgive me for slacking, but I’ve been worried about The Princess.
She’s been off her food ever since those damned fireworks, and at first we thought that’s all it was – but as time went on, it became clear that she was not feeling good.
We tried tempting her with various delightful comestibles, such as sardines, puppy food, beef mince and even cheese sandwiches, but during the last week she’s really only eaten treats, a small bowl of yoghurt each day, and maybe a mouthful or two of actual dog food.
She’s lost over 2kg in about a month, and she actually made a puddle in the hall one day when we were out, something she has never done, not since we got her.Â So on Thursday afternoon I led her outside to get a urine sample, loaded her (and it) into the car and took her down to the vet, where she was felt all over, and had her temperature taken and her symptoms discussed. Â Apparently, there was blood and protein in her urine, and white cells too, so it’s probably just a UTI, but before she was given antibiotics we had to return early the next day for a fasting blood test.Â She is nearly ten years old, you see, and the vet was a bit concerned when he heard that she had been drinking more than usual.Â He wanted to rule out kidney disease and Cushings, and various other nasty possibilities.
Fortunately, the blood results came back within normal parameters (for a greyhound), so The Princess is now on Clavaseptin for ten days and hopefully that will fix her up.Â Today, I was very relieved that she actually ate a pouch of puppy food for breakfast, and a bowl of home-cooked chicken and rice for dinner.
I was particularly worried because I’m due to go in for my shoulder surgery on Thursday, and I won’t be able to do much caring for a sick dog – not with one arm, and groggy from the anaesthetic – but hopefully she’s now turned the corner and will recover!
Now all I have to do is finish getting the cards and gifts ready to send to my American and Canadian friends by Wednesday, and make sure all laundry is done and the shopping in, etc.Â And now the bloody PC, which has my Christmas picture files on it, has decided to do the electronic equivalent of dropping acid or something and it Won’t. Do. Anything!Â The printer has taken a huff too, and is telling me it can’t print my stuff because it’s out of paper.Â Which, I might tell you, it really isn’t.
Ah, well.Â No worries. As long as The Princess is on the road to recovery, I simply don’t care.