Nathan Tyree: sandy
My dog Sandy had to go to the doctor yesterday. She’s a lab, about eight years old and completely blind. We’ve had her almost three years now. She just showed up at our house: emaciated, sad and unwanted. After a search for her real owners, we finally decided to let her stay. After it became apparent that her vision was failing we moved her from the yard to the house, where she has lived happily ever since.
In the last few weeks she has taken to scratching and chewing a lot. This is odd, because we take strong steps to keeps fleas, ticks, and other parasites at bay. The scratching had escalated to the point that she was creating small ulcerations on her skin. Thus, the trip to the vet.
Sandy enjoys car rides up to a point. If the ride goes on too long she begins to get agitated. This one was too long. The poor dog was a bundle of nerves by the time we arrived. The two hour wait did not help her much. The strange surroundings, coupled with the smells and sounds of unknown animals made her a wreck. Add to this the indignity of being poked and prodded, injected, weighed and finally bathed and we were left with a dog on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Another long car ride only exacerbated the situation.
Sandy seemed totally lost upon returning home. She wandered the house bumping into things and panting most of the evening. She acted as if these were strange surroundings; like she had forgotten where everything was.
She didn’t sleep all night- which means that I didn’t sleep all night.
This morning the situation was the same. I’m really beginning to worry about her.
My dog Sandy had to go to the doctor yesterday. She’s a lab, about eight years old and completely blind. We’ve had her almost three years now. She just showed up at our house: emaciated, sad and unwanted. After a search for her real owners, we finally decided to let her stay. After it became apparent that her vision was failing we moved her from the yard to the house, where she has lived happily ever since.
In the last few weeks she has taken to scratching and chewing a lot. This is odd, because we take strong steps to keeps fleas, ticks, and other parasites at bay. The scratching had escalated to the point that she was creating small ulcerations on her skin. Thus, the trip to the vet.
Sandy enjoys car rides up to a point. If the ride goes on too long she begins to get agitated. This one was too long. The poor dog was a bundle of nerves by the time we arrived. The two hour wait did not help her much. The strange surroundings, coupled with the smells and sounds of unknown animals made her a wreck. Add to this the indignity of being poked and prodded, injected, weighed and finally bathed and we were left with a dog on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Another long car ride only exacerbated the situation.
Sandy seemed totally lost upon returning home. She wandered the house bumping into things and panting most of the evening. She acted as if these were strange surroundings; like she had forgotten where everything was.
She didn’t sleep all night- which means that I didn’t sleep all night.
This morning the situation was the same. I’m really beginning to worry about her.
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Dogs are funny people.
Edit: I almost forgot!