What a week it has been with these puppies! Most importantly, today is Tilly’s birthday. Although I’m convinced she will NEVER grow up, she is nonetheless now three years old. Happy Birthday, Monster!
Ruby has an ear infection. It’s discovery resulted in the usual under-reaction from me and over-reaction from Mike. I’m a “wait and see before we call the vet” person, but I’m wrong about that plenty. After Matilda’s recent ear infection, which was VERY bad, Ruby’s didn’t seem as serious. I opted for the cleaner we bought after the last infection and I used Tilly’s prescription drops that I had left over, which claims to treat both yeast and bacterial infections.
However, Ruby being OCD, would not stop tearing at her ear with her toenails, and I can’t keep her in a cone forever. So after almost a week of watching her tear it up every time I thought she was better, I finally took her in. The vet added a steroid pill to my regimen, and that should do the trick for the poor girl. Her ear turned fire-engine red the other night, and I told her if it wasn’t better by the next moring it was TO THE VET with her.
Meanwhile, we’re trying to train Matilda off the crate. Ruby was out of hers by this age. Tilly doesn’t mind it, but we find it’s size to be a problem in our tiny rooms. But pretty much every time (maybe every other time) we leave her out for a short bit, she destroys something from my nightstand. I don’t always realize what I have up there. If I leave a drawer cracked, she can even get stuff out of there. She has eaten some prescription eye drops of mine (from an eye injury a couple weeks ago) THREE times. She has eaten a Sharpie marker that I didn’t even realize I had there. Several tubes of lip balm. A sample of lotion. She’s found enough yummy things that she goes straight there to look. I try to leave the door closed when she’s out, but we don’t always decide in advance if she’s staying out.
Tuesday it was a bottle of Extra Strenght Excedrin. Bottle, label and all. You may not know, but Acetaminophen is toxic to dogs. (And actually deadly for cats, from what I understand.) While Mike was on the phone with the emergency vet, I picked up the pills that were everywhere and counted. She couldn’t have had more than 3 or 4 at MOST, if she had any at all. The bottle held 50, and it was probably nearly half empty and I accounted for 30 pills.
After Mike was on hold for 45 minutes or so, they just gave us the number for Animal Poison Control. But by then we had determined that she probably didn’t ingest much if anything and we decided to just let it be. If anything, she may have been a little wired from the caffiene. She was WIRED. But that is also pretty normal. She definitely was not feeling sick, and has not shown any adverse affects.
I swear. They can’t talk, they can’t discard their own waste, and you can’t reason with them; “Ruby, if you don’t stop scratching your ear, it will not get better.” “Matilda, if you don’t stop eating Mommy’s creams, you will have to stay in your crate.”
Yes, I know raising kids is the world’s hardest job. But ask yourself what it would be like to have a two year old FOREVER. My family and I agree — my kids in some ways will be EASIER after raising these two.
Tilly had a lovely little party today when I brought home a HAPPY MEAL. There was a stuffed toy involved.
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