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Our dogs, our pals
I dragged my dog Rose to the vet today. As soon as we got within 10 feet of the door, she tried to bolt. I’m bigger so I prevailed. Rose is middle-aged and recently, spongy growths have started erupting on her body, which the vet reassures me are benign and nothing to fret about. I was instructed to administer an antibiotic cream twice a day. To prevent her from licking it off, she’s now wearing an inflatable collar that looks like a cross between a safety vest and the neck pillow people wear on the plane to help them sleep. That’s my girl.
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Awwhh, poor Rose. So glad it’s nothing too serious!
We’re hanging in there. Thanks Petra.
Aww, poor thing. They always look so embarrassed by those collars, don’t they?
I can barely stand to look at her in the collar, and have pretty much let her go loose without it. Terrible mom. No discipline.
Aww, I hope your doggie is feeling ok!
She’s good, Lola. Thanks for asking. She might need a procedure, but I’m told it’s really not a big deal. Right now, I’m keeping an eye on it, and will wait and see.