I have Done two loads of laundry,
Carpet scrubbed my bedroom,
Mopped my bathroom,
Bathed the Newfoundland, who leaks copious amounts of urine in her sleep (luckily she sleeps in my bathroom) (but then comes out and her wet fur drips onto my bedroom carpet) (I’m sorry, were you eating breakfast?),
Called the veterinarian’s office to let them know those antibiotics they gave the Newf last week don’t seem to be helping at all,
And now I have to figure out a way to collect a urine sample. I know we’re out in the boonies, but we do have a few neighbors and a goodly amount of traffic. Really, what are people going to think when they see me chasing a huge black dog around my yard and diving in with some kind of receptacle when she finally decides to squat?
And apparently? If it isn’t truly a bladder infection as the vet suspected last week (didn’t get a urine sample while we were in the office because her bladder felt empty and, I suspect, they didn’t want to wrestle an 88 lb. dog and hold her down so they could stick a needle into her bladder and extract urine) then apparently, according to said vet, it could be a hormone problem. He said it is rare in younger dogs, but if that is the problem she will need estrogen injections about every six months for, you know, the rest of forever.
And why, again, do they take the ovaries out when they spay a dog?
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is flabbergasted.