So today’s drama was when I woke up this morning, Rosie refused to get out of her crate. I undid her crate, went into the kitchen to turn on the boiling vessel, opened the door for the girls, and noticed there was a Lily, but not a Rosie. Looked everywhere (it never occurred to me she was still in the crate) and finally found her sitting there looking pathetic. I tried to get her out, and she refused to walk and looked like she was in pain. I picked her up and carried her to the front yard, where normally if I let her down she would run like hell, and she just flopped over in the grass. Called the vet, dropped her off on my way out of town, and made arrangements for mom to pick her up later on.
They called me, and apparently she had impacted anal glands. As I said on twitter, anything beyond that, I missed, because I was throwing up in my mouth. So they “expressed” her anal glands, gave her a shot, and now I have pills to give her. I told a neighbor this a bit ago, and she offered to teach me how to do it myself, but I made a command decision that this was something that was worth spending money on. Life is too short for me to spend one minute learning the proper technique for squeezing my dogs ass.
In other news, Steeler football tonight, and I am about to make a home made pizza. You?