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Chase went in for his re-check today to see how he's progressing after his most recent bout with what a urinary tract infection of some sort. The antibiotics are doing a fabulous job, his temperature was normal, urine sample looked great, etc. He's learned that visits to Dr. Roach bring yummy treats that he doesn't get from anybody else, so he's become a horrible mooch when we're there.
So that's the good part. Yay for an on-the-mend Old Dog! He's on another 14 days of antibiotics in the hopes that we can keep it away this time, but unless he starts being symptomatic again, Dr. Roach doesn't need to see him again.
The bad part... we've got fleas. Ewwwww...
I actually knew this before I went, so I was prepared for a pricy visit (try getting flea topicals for six cats and three dogs, plus an IGR spray for the house), but still...
Actual medical portion of the visit... $161, of which $75 was another 14 days of Baytril (wow... too bad I can't get the dogs' meds on my prescription insurance!).
Flea portion of the visit... including two months of Advantage for all three dogs, one month of Frontline Plus for all six cats, and a can of EctoKyl for the house... another $160. Ow. And it'll take at least another round for the cats next month... I just couldn't face buying that many more little green vials today!
Lesson learned... take flea spray in the car when I go tromp around strange woodsy places and barns while looking at property to buy. This is twice now... once last year and once this year... that I've had fleas ride home on me (I _saw_ a couple crawling on my pants legs after the place I looked at last year). I need to be killing the nasty little hitchhikers before I bring 'em back to my house.
Three cats down... three to go. Bigfoot is sulking and Gorby is hiding. Too bad I can't _tell_ them that this will make them feel better!
So that's the good part. Yay for an on-the-mend Old Dog! He's on another 14 days of antibiotics in the hopes that we can keep it away this time, but unless he starts being symptomatic again, Dr. Roach doesn't need to see him again.
The bad part... we've got fleas. Ewwwww...
I actually knew this before I went, so I was prepared for a pricy visit (try getting flea topicals for six cats and three dogs, plus an IGR spray for the house), but still...
Actual medical portion of the visit... $161, of which $75 was another 14 days of Baytril (wow... too bad I can't get the dogs' meds on my prescription insurance!).
Flea portion of the visit... including two months of Advantage for all three dogs, one month of Frontline Plus for all six cats, and a can of EctoKyl for the house... another $160. Ow. And it'll take at least another round for the cats next month... I just couldn't face buying that many more little green vials today!
Lesson learned... take flea spray in the car when I go tromp around strange woodsy places and barns while looking at property to buy. This is twice now... once last year and once this year... that I've had fleas ride home on me (I _saw_ a couple crawling on my pants legs after the place I looked at last year). I need to be killing the nasty little hitchhikers before I bring 'em back to my house.
Three cats down... three to go. Bigfoot is sulking and Gorby is hiding. Too bad I can't _tell_ them that this will make them feel better!
I could tell, yesterday, that Chase wasn't feeling well, but I thought it was another bout of what I've dubbed "little old man syndrome" where he sleeps too solidly in one position, then is still and sore when he wakes up. He seemed okay, though somewhat lethargic, at lunch and after work, but he hadn't eaten his breakfast. When I sat in the floor with him, though, he happily wolfed down a bowl of canned food, and he was happy to take treats. So I decided to just keep an eye on him and then call the vet this morning.
( A tale of a sleepless night and a trip to the vet )
But for now the rest of the animals are very puzzled as to why he doesn't want to play and why he's just lying there on his bed by the coffee table in the living room. Smudge and Gorby have decided that this is concerning enough that he bears watching, so Gorby's curled up just in front of him, almost nose-to-nose with him, and Smudgie keeps pacing around him and mooshing up against him. Interestingly, Mudgie-Mooshes seem to be as effective as being petted by me for keeping him quiet and unstressed, so this is a good thing. :-)
( A tale of a sleepless night and a trip to the vet )
But for now the rest of the animals are very puzzled as to why he doesn't want to play and why he's just lying there on his bed by the coffee table in the living room. Smudge and Gorby have decided that this is concerning enough that he bears watching, so Gorby's curled up just in front of him, almost nose-to-nose with him, and Smudgie keeps pacing around him and mooshing up against him. Interestingly, Mudgie-Mooshes seem to be as effective as being petted by me for keeping him quiet and unstressed, so this is a good thing. :-)
