Mystic’s Vet Visit #2 in three days…

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Today I was at the vet for the second time in the last three days. Normally I enjoy the vet but this was not your typical routine visit.

It started a few months ago. My mom noticed I started to smell funky, her term was “Stink Butt”. So baths became more frequent. First every month, every week, and pretty soon every day. When she noticed it just wasn’t going away and I was scooting my butt in the grass she realized she needed to make an appointment, so off the the vet we went.

So we arrive at the vet, so many new smells and so many dogs. Mom walked me over and weighed me (73 lbs, but doctors orders to lose 5) Mom said I had to be good in the waiting room but I tried soo hard. I just couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to play with all of the other dogs, I accidently gave mom a few scratches in the process of trying to play with every dog, she wasn’t too happy. I just don’t understand why no one wanted to play. Finally we get called back, I sniff out the room to make sure it is safe. Safe as can be, but I am still unsure about the strange people in the room. Later I find out I had good reason to be unsure. Cold objects on my bells, fingers poking in my mouth, lights in my eyes and ears, cold objects in my butt. That was not fun, but I get treats afterwards, so that always makes up for it, right? I thought that was the end of it, but nope. Then the vet comes in, and does the same thing over again, except this time he decides to poke me with the sharp needles, three times. I knew what they were the second I saw them and tried to hide around my mom but she wouldn’t save me. I would have saved her, what gives? She says it was good for me and I need my shots. The vet knew what was wrong with me right away and “stink butt” wasn’t just in my moms head. Turns out I had two abscessed anal glands. Not fun, but that explains all the discomfort. I felt much better when I left. The doc gave mom antibiotics for me to take, but it wouldn’t be my last trip.

A few days later the vet called to see how I was doing. I felt great! Running around the house, chasing squirrels outside, and messing up my moms bed she just made. Mom told the vet my “stink butt” was coming back and the vet said that wasn’t normal so I had to go back. Back to the vet we go…

Same thing, but I did slightly better in the waiting room this time. Go back to our little room but this time the vet takes me to the dreaded back room. This was no fun, I believe the vet’s words were, “a bloody mess”, and the look on her face was priceless when she brought me back to my mom, my mom giggled. So they injected antibiotics and now I go back in a week, for hopefully my last visit in awhile. Wish me luck…

Moral of the story: If you furry friend has “stink butt” don’t wait around… Go to the vet right away, or take care of those anal glands. Lesson learned. 😐

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