I took Brandy and Foster to the vet. As I suspected, Brandy lost weight, a little more than 5lb, and now weighs about 46lb. When we had the crisis last summer, she lost the extra weight I put on her just in case like that, and was at a perfect weight around October. Now she’s a little too skinny for my liking. Her stool is too soft as well, so we are hoping it’s some parasites since there is some animal who comes in my yard and poop everywhere and Brandy is crazy for the poo. It’s not a rabbit because I blocked any gaps in my fences and I don’t see any rabbit poo pellets any more, after all that rabbit poo my dogs scoured the yard for everyday and stuffed themselves with the delicacy a few months back and had parasites because of that. Fingers crossed for parasites.

Foster, of course, is healthy. The healthiest one in my pack. I have a feeling that he’s never going to get sick, ever, but will one day drop dead from some harm done by his own doing – eating couches or biting himself or some ridiculous thing nobody would have thought a dog would do. Did I say I like my vet? She was able to clip Foster’s nails, and all of them. 2 vets before her couldn’t do it at all. Yes, he was muzzled for the nail clipping part, but not the blood drawing part or rabies shot part.

Now on to my Grizzley. He’s still in the hospital. He hasn’t eaten for 4 days now, so he’s on IV. But the good news is the vet is cautiously optimistic that it’s just some inflammation of intestines. The x-ray taken today looked much better than the one from yesterday – according to the vet, of course, I don’t know how to read x-rays, but I could see a good deal of differences between those two where she pointed out. Something was in the intestines, something huge, could be just some giant furball, which the vet could feel yesterday. Today, that wasn’t there, and according to the vet, it’s moving and hopefully out soon. His stomach didn’t look good yesterday, but today it looked much better as well. His bloodwork came back normal in all accounts so his liver hasn’t been affected yet from not eating. She’s going to call me tomorrow morning.

Grizzley was lying in the back of the cage inside the litter box looking very scared. He even tried to hide behind his bandaged paw with IV when we opened the cage door, but perked up when he recognized me, and looked all confident and everything, which made the vet laugh about it. All in all, we are cautiously optimistic.

Thanks for keeping your fingers crossed. Please keep them crossed a little longer, for both Grizzley and Brandy.

Oh, and about the receptionist. I haven’t talked to the vet about it yet. I don’t want to until Grizzley is discharged.