My Poor Dog

I don't know if I've mentioned that my dog is crazy. Right, only a million times. Well, a couple weeks ago we had her groomed at the vet. She's an old dog and I liked the idea of taking her to groomers at a place where the docs could help her if she needed it. I asked the groomer to pay special attention to her ears so she shaved them. She didn't trim them or 'pluck' them like groomers do ... she shaved them. The stubble made her itch and she scratched and scratched until she started to bleed. SO, we took her to the vet and they put a satellite dish collar on her and gave her antibiotics and a topical spray and told me to up her anti-inflammatory dose. She was getting better. The sores had healed nicely so we took off the satellite dish collar. Almost a week had passed and she was doing so well ... until yesterday. I happened to glance over at her and she had scratched another HUGE sore and just had blood all in her fur. My poor dog! My poor CRAZY dog. So, I loaded up Megan and the dog and we headed back to the vet. They shaved her sores, put her back in the collar, back on antibiotics, and this time they put her on steroids. She can't take her arthritis medicine when she's on the steroids. The vet said the steroids should help with the inflammation but she can barely move. She lays down all day and just looked so pitiful when she hobbled over to her bowl for dinner. Say a little prayer for my poor little doggie. :-( I'm so sad for her.

Her new name, by the way, is Dish Network.

We laugh ... but we love her dearly.

I had to share a pic.