Some Unhappy Adventures

So about a month ago, just before July 4th, Mokey decided to get a bladder infection. We went to the vet on Wednesday thinking vaginitis because she lacked several symptoms that would indicate an infection. So we came home with a medicine that ended up being completely useless and Mokeys symptoms got worse. I have to say, Mo has never been more pathetic than she was that week. She was restless and panting heavily and demanding attention and if she weren't crazy I would have just rushed her in to any vet.

But since she is crazy, we were trying to hold out until the next available appointment with our regular vet. Of course, she also decided to do this over the July 4th weekend - which makes sense, since it is Momo and she can't do anything the easy way. Anyway, Friday night arrives and I literally cannot go to sleep because the only thing that seems to make her feel more comfortable is for me to let her sit right next to me while I pet her. Obviously, after that, we mutually sucked it up and went to the emergency vet on Saturday.

While she may have completely lost her cookies outside when the very tall and male emergency doctor came outside to see us and even though she insisted on climbing up on the bench and hiding behind mom and I for the entirety of the visit - she did beautifully. We were there for 6 hours - I'm not exaggerating. If you get nothing else from this then make sure you keep your pets inside and safe around July 4th because if you end up at the emergency vet - you'll be there a VERY long time (I won't even mention the bill!). Anyway Mokey survived and we went home with a powerful antibiotic that helped within 24 hours. We may have also stopped and gotten a hamburger on the way home to help brighten everyone's spirits. ;)


Last week, we ended up back at the vet with similar symptoms and Mokey again suffered through a battery of tests. This time she came up clean so we're playing a familiar game called: watch and see/seasonal allergies anyone?

Part of last weeks exam was to address a limp that has recently appeared. Since Mokey greets family and chases squirrels with unbridled enthusiasm it's hard to know for sure how she hurt her left front leg. But the vets recommendation was rest and on-leash walks. I groaned as soon as she said it and if Mokey could understand English - she probably would have cursed. This week we've been trying our very best to stay quiet and not strain muscles but I kind of feel like Mokey is that little kid in kindergarten who's supposed to sit still and literally cannot physically do it.We're trying all the same. Wish us luck!