An Undesired Call
Dec. 30th, 2010 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowBefore leaving for California, I left instructions with my dogsitters: if anything happens to one of the dogs, they were to call me and then run the dog over to Hawthorne; I'd take care of the bill.
About half an hour ago, one of them called: there was some blood around Buster's anus, and she (this is the one who works at PetSmart, so I trust her judgment) wanted to take him over. I okayed it, got Hawthorne's number, and let them know what was going on. They said they'd contact me as soon as they knew what was what.
I just got the call. One of his anal glands had become blocked, abscessed, and finally ruptured. They have to clean it out and give him an antibiotic shot (which will last him until after I return); there will also be some pain pills, which the sitter can administer.
I'm, frankly, relieved. I can think of quite a few much worse problems that could have manifested that way.
It's one of those weird coincidences. This was the first time (out of many) that the possibility of something bad happening had occurred to me, and the first time I'd made arrangements if it did.
(This afternoon I bought a couple of squeaky-toys to give to them as belated Christmas gifts. I'm glad, now, that I thought to do so.)
About half an hour ago, one of them called: there was some blood around Buster's anus, and she (this is the one who works at PetSmart, so I trust her judgment) wanted to take him over. I okayed it, got Hawthorne's number, and let them know what was going on. They said they'd contact me as soon as they knew what was what.
I just got the call. One of his anal glands had become blocked, abscessed, and finally ruptured. They have to clean it out and give him an antibiotic shot (which will last him until after I return); there will also be some pain pills, which the sitter can administer.
I'm, frankly, relieved. I can think of quite a few much worse problems that could have manifested that way.
It's one of those weird coincidences. This was the first time (out of many) that the possibility of something bad happening had occurred to me, and the first time I'd made arrangements if it did.
(This afternoon I bought a couple of squeaky-toys to give to them as belated Christmas gifts. I'm glad, now, that I thought to do so.)
