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Yesterday was a strange day.
First, I woke up early. But then I nearly fell asleep at my desk so I toddled off to bed for a nap.
Only to be woken up by the phone call from the Vet.
It only took two weeks and nearly $600 to tell me that my dog is not dying of cancer, nor does he have Cushing's Disease. Instead, he has... dun dun duuuunnnn.... allergies.
Which is exactly what I thought he had when I took him in to the vet in the first place, but I guess it doesn't hurt to be sure?
Anywho, I was happy about the whole Puppy not dying thing, and the Captain came home to let me know that they were springing another weigh-in on him in the morning (this morning). That would be the third one in the last month and a half, and that, to me, would also be harassment at this stage because there is NO REASON to insist on weighing my husband every two weeks unless they're trying to catch him overweight. Especially not on a day's notice.
But that's just going to piss me off again if I keep talking about it so... moving on.
So last night, because I was tired of eating my own - rather surprisingly tasty actually - cooking leftovers from Sunday's breaded pork chops and Monday's Shepherd's Pie and because it was family game night at the local game store, Captain and I went out and sat around discussing politics and the military and local restaurants and Moby Dick (I don't even...) and Dragon Con and people who dress up as BSG characters and weddings and possibly weddings with people dressed up as BSG characters at the game store for a few hours.
Also, there was a Moon Pie.
First, I woke up early. But then I nearly fell asleep at my desk so I toddled off to bed for a nap.
Only to be woken up by the phone call from the Vet.
It only took two weeks and nearly $600 to tell me that my dog is not dying of cancer, nor does he have Cushing's Disease. Instead, he has... dun dun duuuunnnn.... allergies.
Which is exactly what I thought he had when I took him in to the vet in the first place, but I guess it doesn't hurt to be sure?
Anywho, I was happy about the whole Puppy not dying thing, and the Captain came home to let me know that they were springing another weigh-in on him in the morning (this morning). That would be the third one in the last month and a half, and that, to me, would also be harassment at this stage because there is NO REASON to insist on weighing my husband every two weeks unless they're trying to catch him overweight. Especially not on a day's notice.
But that's just going to piss me off again if I keep talking about it so... moving on.
So last night, because I was tired of eating my own - rather surprisingly tasty actually - cooking leftovers from Sunday's breaded pork chops and Monday's Shepherd's Pie and because it was family game night at the local game store, Captain and I went out and sat around discussing politics and the military and local restaurants and Moby Dick (I don't even...) and Dragon Con and people who dress up as BSG characters and weddings and possibly weddings with people dressed up as BSG characters at the game store for a few hours.
Also, there was a Moon Pie.
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...mmmm.... Moon Pie!
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The weigh-ins do sound questionable. Maybe they just cannot believe someone who looks that intimidating isn't completely over the limit. I mean, I have not met your Captain, but in pictures he seems very tall. Also, I am a hobbit, so lots of people look tall to me and you can take me with a grain of salt.
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As to the dog - he's had allergies his entire short puppy life. For several years he was on predisone(SP?) but that's a steroid and it made Colonel gain just enough extra poundage that he had trouble breathing, so we took him off that and switched to a new allergy med that is not a steroid. However, it's not quite as effective. So, he gets one to two allergy pills a day depending on the season, plus a round of anti-biotics when things get really bad and possibly the odd predisone shot once or twice a year.