
What was that expression,
when it rains it pours? Well lately, I would have to agree. I just got back from taking Lion to of all places, my vet. After last week, this was the last place I wanted to be.
Yesterday Lion started running around the dog pen in a frenzy as he went to the bathroom, marking everywhere. He was running back and forth in a panic, yet he seemed fine otherwise. Well, of course I was totally freaked out after losing Webster. I dropped off a sample yesterday and it was negative. That was good, I thought. However, since his behavior was still suspect, the vet wanted me to bring him in. Lion loves the vet and loves all the attention he generates there. As I sat fretting with worry, he makes himself oh so comfortable laying on the floor making sad eyes at all the other patients. That would be the two-legged and four legged patients. He can really work a room I'll tell you. In all fairness though, he actually can't stand too long without his legs tiring. So here I am, nervous and concerned and he is basking in adoration. Well, after x-rays and an exam with my fantastic vet Dr. M, he was put on antibiotics. Nothing too serious, thank dog, so I am breathing easier after this visit. He is such a big mush. He wanted to play with all the little cats and little dogs. No rabbit prey drive for this big guy. No wonder he didn't race too long.