July 29, 2016
Good morning. It's almost 6:30 a.m. and I haven't been to sleep yet. No, I'm not sick or anything like that. And the temps were cool enough for a nice sleep. It's sort of a long story.
As you know, Pogo had to go to the hospital last evening to see his doctor again. This was not Pogo's favorite place to be and the A/C was on so the air was cool. The metal examining table was also cold, and as soon as the doctor walked into the room, Pogo had a bad case of the juicy squirties. I put him in the little sink to clean him off while the doctor had the task of cleaning off the examining table. Phew! Not the nicest smelling stuff.
After examining Pogo, his doctor said that Pogo has an extreme allergy to fleas and that was the problem. Somehow, somewhere, Pogo had picked up fleas and they were doing a real nasty number on him. He was treated right away to kill anything that might be on his body, then he had a steroid to help stop the itch.
Next came another medicine, but this one was in pill form. Pogo does not do pills, so I let the doctor try to give it to him. It wasn't easy, but all of a sudden the assistant yelled "Stop! He's turning blue." Now my heart jumped up into my throat. After checking Pogo again to make sure he was okay, the doctor decided to try a different medicine. Alas, this was also in pill form. This time the assistant tried to give it to Pogo, and again they had to stop because he started turning blue again.
By now, my poor little doggie was shaking and begging for me to pick him up and hold him. So I did just that. Next the he had to have another medicine, and the doctor treated him with Simple Guard 3 to help keep him safe from fleas. I already put Revolution on him once a month, but now he will have to have both treatments every month. Last night it was the Simple Guard 3, and in two weeks it will be Revolution. We will continue on this way, alternating the meds every two weeks.
The doctor and I took turns combing Pogo's fur until everything looked pretty free of the pesky fleas. His doctor felt pretty sure that his new med regime would take care of the flea problem and that it wouldn't be long before he would stop itching and be comfortable again. Gosh, I sure hope so.
When we got in the car to go home, I told Pogo that he might have to think about applying for Medicaid to pay for all his meds and doctor visits. He didn't have anything to say on this subject. On the way home, I stopped at McDonalds to get us some supper. It was too late to have to cook. We got our food and headed for home.
Oh no! Something doesn't smell so good. Really? Oh Pogo, not all over my front seat!!! Yup, it was all over the passenger seat, and he danced all through it (trying to get away from it) as I frantically drove the car home. Once we got in the driveway, I beeped the horn and Joe came out. He held Pogo while I opened my doors and then I took Pogo into the house to the bathroom for a bath. Meanwhile, Joe offered to clean the mess in my car. God bless him.
Before I set Pogo down, I sprayed and covered the sofa with nice clean bath towels. While he rested a bit on the sofa, I started spraying the carpet and his furniture, etc, and put a load of his blankets in the washer. Do you suppose I could sit down now for a bit to catch my breath? Oh no, thank goodness I covered the sofa with big towels because here we go again with the squirties. (I really need a break!!)
As I rushed around trying to keep up with everything, I slipped and started to fall, but I put out my arm to break the fall. It worked, however, my arm doesn't exactly look so very happy now. It's getting fat in spots and turning some nasty colors. But I still love my Pogo. Honest, I do!!
Another quickie bath, and more nice clean towels (the sofa cushions are covered with large black trash bags) and it was now time for us to eat. Thank goodness I got take out because there was no way I was in any mood to cook. Pogo gobbled up all of his double hamburger, and settled in for a nap.
So why didn't I get any sleep? Because he sleeps all night snuggled up against my side and leg. If I fell asleep I wouldn't be able to jump up quick enough to avoid getting covered if Pogo had another bout of the squirties.. So I watched TV, and a couple times we both went out on the porch to cool off for a little while.
Dwarf Helen has to go out this morning to do an errand so she will pick up the birdseed that I need (so that I won't have to go out) and I will have me a nice nap after she gets back from the store. So, now aren't you glad you stopped by? Here's a photo of Pogo resting after he filled his tummy with all that tasty hamburger.
There's a fan blowing lightly on him and he is enjoying it. He looks kind of big here, but he's not. He's stretched over the footrest on the lounge chair.
I have another image to share with you. I found this really awesome tee shirt on the web and I just had to post it here. These are my sentiments exactly!!
I had a couple more photos to share, but they will have to wait until tomorrow. My eyes are starting to feel rather scratchy and the eyelids keep trying to close. I need to get up and walk around a bit so I don't fall asleep before Dwarf Helen gets back with the birdseed.
I will post again tomorrow instead of on Sunday because I have to leave Sunday morning for an all day class on how to shoot and clean guns. This should be a fun class, although many many moons have gone by since I used to practice shooting at the gun club. I was young and strong back then. Now I'm not so strong and the guns weigh more than me almost. (just kidding)
That's it, I'm done. So till tomorrow, Y'all have a fantabulous day.
Hugs, Edna B.