October 03, 2008

Not to turn this into Dogspot, but...

Molly doesn't want to eat. Or move much, really. And I am so done, I am ready to cash in my feminist card and call for a big burly fireman to take care of all of this shit while I check myself into an asylum.

Vet appointment tomorrow, updates to follow.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm sending lots of good thoughts and some of Carmen's Super-Spaz-ed-ness Molly's way. Just some because, well, you've seen my dog. I wouldn't want to overdo it!
G

Sarah Beedoo said...

Thank you! I'll take whatever she can spare. Molly has a fever (probable post-op infection) and needs absolutely no spaz-help SPITTING OUT HER PILLS.

Gah, dog. No wonder I've got grey hairs.

Anonymous said...

Have you tried wrapping them in cheese? Shoving it to the back of her tongue and rubbing her throat? Shoving it to the back of her tongue and blowing a puff of air in her nose? Just keep in mind, it's only half as much fun as pilling a cat!
G

Mamaclsn said...

Peanut butter.