We took Babe to the vet.
He's had a recurrence of some systemic infection that nearly killed him over a year ago. A course of antibiotics and a diet of rice and chicken broth has seen him through again, though. Today he was eager for a walk in the sun, had a high appetite, and demanded to be allowed on the couch while we watched football games. (When a big, big dog says he wants to watch football from the couch, everyone else moves over.)
He needs a day or two more of gently restricted diet, and then we're going to stuff him full until he gains back about ten pounds.
Babe is such a good boy that after the vet had examined and treated him, she leaned back against the wall and talked at length about how cooperative and trusting and trust-worthy he is. I guess a couple years ago a shepherd mix unexpectedly bit her on the head while she was examining it. Big bite. Bad dog.
Babe would never do that.
3 comments:
Good dog, Babe. Glad you are feeling better. And I thought it was cats who had nine lives.
A line from Tolkien's hobbit poetry comes to mind when I watch Babe valiantly trying to do what he did six years ago: " ... when Winter comes without a Spring that I shall ever see ..."
But never mind. He's still Enough Dog to take down an intruder if he has to. Or gently give Lillian a kissy-wiss.
I'm glad to hear Babe is better. They should have much longer lives.
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