The shelter called Monday, when she was supposed to have her surgery, and said she had kennel cough. We could get our money back if we wanted, or we could take her with her medications for the cough, and schedule her spaying surgery later. We opted for the latter, because we were already in love.

She didn’t sleep well the first night, because she was, um, sick as a dog. She wouldn’t eat, and she couldn’t hold anything down. Her medications, any water she’d drunk….

She went to the vet the next day. The vet said it’s a good thing we brought her in, because it wasn’t kennel cough. It was canine flu. They kept her overnight on IV fluids and antibiotics. By the next morning, she was eating and drinking, and keeping stuff down, so they let her come home.

She isn’t eating right now, but I think that’s due to the stress of being in a new household more than anything (but it’s odd she’d eat at the vet’s…). She’ll be coughing, we’re told, for up to a month. We can’t get her spayed until two months from now.

But…the vets and their techs raved about what a WONDERFUL temperament she has. They didn’t have to restrain her for the IV or anything.

When I’m at home, I let her out of her kennel and she follows me around, right behind and to the side. She just wants to be near me, and…it’s snowing AGAIN?!

I know. That was random but…REALLY?! We got 16 to 18 inches of the stuff last weekend. I thought it was over but…no.

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My hat’s off to you, for having the patience to care for your animals and the willingness to exercise it.

Dave

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