Damn Doctor!

Well, doctor day went well. Both Mary and Frances behaved remarkedly well, though the pieces of BBQ flavored pill pockets she (the vet is a woman) smeared on the table kept them busy. They got their DA2PPL (a shot for most everything) booster. Becky, the vet, injected them in the rear hip area and neither seemed to notice. They just kept trying to lick the goody smear off the table.

Both the girls were in perfect shape. Mary weighed 6.2 lbs. and Frances, 6.6 lbs. Real monsters. Oh, there was one little problem Becky found on both of them. Them lower canines were tending to grow inwards. They're still their baby teeth, so not a big issue, but Becky suggested giving them a small(ish) ball to chew on. She says it would help the new teeth grow in straighter. Oh great. I can just see the girls insisting on me throwing the balls for them to fetch and me with a torn rotator cuff.

Last night it got downright pitiful. We got home from the vet about 4 pm. The pups ate big because we had not fed them before going to the vet. The landscaper quit work at 4:30 pm so they were able to go outside shortly afterward. They romped and played and investigated all the landscaper's tools quite completely. Then it became time for a little nap just about dusk. I went to my TV room to catch up on the news. After a bit, Joyce called and said the pups would not move. Something was wrong. I got up and went to the big room (that's what we call our large family room) where Joyce and the girls were. There lay the pups, semi-comatose on the floor. Neither would even raise its head when I called and whistled. That was very unusual. I picked up Mary. She kind of came to life and looked OK, but when I put her down, she walked over to their big pillowy dog bed and collapsed on it. As she did, she let out a cry. Investigating, I found she was very tender on her rump where the injection had been given. I checked Frances and, sure enough, she was very tender there, too. We rightly assumed their lethargy and rump pain was the result of the injections. By bedtime, they both were more lively and would, at least, walk across the floor. This morning, all is good. Back to normal. Crapping all over the place.