Still working on revisions. This morning I woke up, put my glasses on my head and then tried to wash my face. Went about as well as you can imagine. It’s about time to overhaul the website again. We’ve had some new releases that need to be entered everywhere, so at some point Susan and I will have to tackle it.
Muffins had to be taken to the vet yesterday for a dental cleaning and to have her some of her teeth pulled. Unfortunately, people who had her before the rescue didn’t take care of her mouth. We should’ve done it sooner, but Kid 2 was terrified of anesthesia. Given that the puppy she had before died a slow horrible death from Parvo, (she came from the breeder with Parvo, and if I could punch that woman in the face, I so would,) we slowly worked on her until she caved in. Not taking the teeth out would’ve resulted in jaw rot, sepsis, organ failure and many other nasty things. So, I got to be the designated bad guy. I took Muffins to the vet.
It was early in the morning and Muffins realized something untoward was happening when I put her in the car. She cried the whole way to the vet. In the vet’s office, she attempted to claw onto me, so I wouldn’t give her to technician. If she’d been a cat, I would have no skin left. Then, when we came to pick her up, she screamed. Kid 2 held her the whole way home, and then they sat together on the couch, and Muffins would periodically cry and tell her how bad things were.
Now I’m the designated antibiotic and pain medication administrator, which means I am squirting nasty-tasting medicine down Muffins’ throat twice a day with a pipette while Kid 2 holds her. That dog will probably hate me by the time this is over. I haven’t looked into her mouth, but her breath no longer smells, which suggests the vet did a good job.