Last night was sort of ruff for me. I won't go into all the dirty details, but family did have to take me to the pet ER. I didn't even realize where I was going at first; I thought I was just going for a midnight car ride. (What? It could happen.) But as we got closer, I started smelling something familiar--the smell of fear. You see, nothing good ever comes of going into the emergency room. I've heard tales of woe from many a dog, and even I've got a horror story of my own. Last time I went in there, I came out with...the cone of shame.
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| See this face? This is not my happy face. |
Fortunately, I don't have to wear a cone. The bad news is that the vet put me on a grape-flavored antibiotic. Really, what gives? I specifically requested poultry-flavored medicine, but the vet ignored me. My mom and sister forced it down my throat this morning, and I swear, I almost barfed. So I'd like to take this opportunity to ask any pharmaceutical company reps who are reading this to stop making fruit-flavored medicine for dogs. It's like you're trying to make us sicker.
The saddest part of this ordeal is that I'm now on a bland diet, which means that my chances of getting grilled steak tonight are nil. Under any other circumstances, I could weasel a few bites from my humans (especially Dad. He's a soft touch.), but there's no way they're giving me any steak tonight.
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| Me sans cone of shame. |
