The Fluffy Menace has an ear infection, but we’ve caught it early, so her head-shaking days are nearing their end. The gentian violet/alcohol/boric acid remedy wasn’t doing the trick this time, so we hit the vet.
The visit went off almost without a hitch. No free-range cats to tempt anyone,we got to see Dr. Hendrix, and TFM’s weight was up over 40 pounds. By 0.6!
We did have a rather unpleasant fellow customer waiting with us. He scowled. He complained. He may have even sucked his teeth. He was not impressed with The Fluffy Menace. He made it very clear that he was bothered by her barking.
Well, newsflash to Mr. Cranky. I know she barks. She does so daily, sometimes multiple times over the course of the day. And yes, it really is shrill at times.
But, DUDE, get over yourself! She’s a DOG. One behaving very well considering her ear discomfort.
And you are at the vet. With your dog. Also barking.
Putting your fingers in your ears and giving me a dirty look won’t stop her from barking. Nor will it stop me from sitting in the waiting room with her.
People never cease to amaze me.
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