HAPPY HALLOWEENIE!

Hand over the meat treats and nobody will get hurt!

Update on my vet visit. Lady researched hypothyroidism in dogs and found out that below normal results do not necessarily mean I have hypothyroidism. To know for sure requires another kind of BLOOD test. And if I go on the meds, I have to be monitored by BLOOD tests. So, Lady is not so keen on putting me through that. We're looking for alternatives. She's not going to start me on a new medication and then leave, so we'll see how I am in five weeks. 
HAPPY HALLOWEENIE EVERYBODY! 

ANOTHER BAD DAY AT THE VET'S

So, I told you about my no good horrible very bad day when I had to have a blood test for hypothyroidism, right? Read that post. Well, the vet never called Lady back. So, she took me back to check. After talking with a vet and two assistants, the lady vet said that on the day I had my blood drawn something very bad happened and there was a lot of confusion. A vet assistant was in a resting room and had a severe asthma attack and died. They had found him that morning. The police came, and such. But by the time we were there, it was over. Anyway, that is the reason they gave for my test not being done. So Lady Vet says, "we'll have to do it again." Lady says, NO! and proceeds to tell Lady Vet what I went through the last time. Lady was quite upset. I thought she was going to bite her! I gave Lady a lick. She calmed down. Lady Vet assured us she would try to get it in the first time. Lady scowled.
Down I went on that cold table again. Lady didn't muzzle me. It was indignant enough already. Lady Vet got the needle in but said the blood was too thick and wasn't coming down. Crap. Another stick. Another vet. Legs tied down. Two more assistants, more apologies. I didn't cry but Lady did. She told Second Vet that this was so uncalled for. Lady Vet told Second Vet that my blood had been drawn on THAT DAY. "Oh, velly solly m'am. It was confusion that day, m'am. "They neglected to clean up the pee mail left by a very large golden retriever and Lady not only stepped in it, but the leash fell in it. The assistant picked it up and handed it to Lady dripping in pee. Lady glared at him and he took it to get washed. It came back wet. Another leg, another stick and we were finally finished. Doxies veins are very narrow m'am. Mah-ley's blood is t'ick, m'am.
So, the first vet who lost my sample called to give the results. He started right off telling Lady that if I started right away on the pills, my hair would grow back in 30 days and I would have more energy. Woa. Hold the phone. Give the results.  Oh. Solly, m'am. My FT 4 is 0.6. First Vet said normal is above 0.7. My FT3 is 1.5. Normal range is 1.4-4.4. But Vet said the FT4 result is more important. 
So, furrends, Lady would not commit to drugs yet. We want your opinion. He wants to put me on Eltroxin 100 mcg. twice a day forever. I'm 13 1/2. Lady leaves Thursday night Oct 30, so please be quick with your opinion. One more question. They were out of my HD tablets so they sold us Flexadin (Vetoquinol) 90 tablets for $30.00. Is it cheaper or more expensive in the US? Are these tablets a waste? My hotmail account doesn't work but you can write me at beautifulfeet2008@gmail.com 
Lady needs chocolate and I need meat. We settled for some carrots and hummus.

If it's not one thing...

I gave Lady a good scare last night. And I don't mean the "AHHHHHHH!!!!" kind. I mean the "Marley, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" kind. I was just lying on the mattress, and crying. Lady thought I was dreaming so she tried to wake me up. But I wasn't dreaming. I was hurting. She thought maybe my tummy was upset and tried to get me up to go outside. I cried and wouldn't put any weight on my left front leg. She carried me outside and I just hobbled around on 3 legs, and wouldn't take care of business. I just headed for our gate. She gave me a feel better pill. Two hours later, I walked on all fours. I got one of my nails caught in the carpet when I was digging to America, and it hurt. I'm fine now.
My tummy is still not right. Lady has a time trying to get the medicine in me. I am better though. We'll check with the doctor tomorrow.

Saturday

I'm still not feeling well. I wouldn't eat anything until 6:00 PM, and even then not until Lady put some milk on it. Jerry went and got my medicine, Griptol-N. It says it is an anti-diarrhoeal. Lady wouldn't give it to me until she talked to the vet. I don't have "loose motion" as they say here. The vet called us and told Lady that I could have some bacteria that causes loose motion, or something like that. He wants me to take it twice a day for three days. So, Lady followed the directions and measured out the correct amount in the special measuring spoon, ad tried to pour it in my mouth. That stuff was NASTY! I slung my head and waggled my tongue trying to get that stuff out of my mouth. No way was I swallowing it! I splattered Lady's jeans, her hands, and the floor generously, then took off. Lady tasted her hand and discovered why I spit it out. She said, "This stuff is NASTY! Sorry, Marley!" She'll figure some way to sneak it into me. Rots of ruck.  I still have some blood on my poop. We don't know what is wrong. So, please keep praying for me. And if any of you other doxies out there can tell me what's up, let us know. Oh, and I threw up twice today, that yellow frothy stuff.
The big girls came over, and that cheered me up. They scratched me a lot.

 I can always count on Pearly to scratch me.