Harley the Helldog. Harley hasn't been eating well this last week, and on Thursday stopped eating at all. Of course, this means another hair-raising trip to the vet, so Harley can be poked at by that big mean guy in the white coat. As usual, he plops his butt down in the front door, so I either have to drag him in or carry him in. As soon as he sees Dr. Blackstone, he tries to make a break for the front door, but my grip on him was tight. It is now standard to muzzle the little guy, as he gets a little nippy at the doc.
Thankfully, the vet assistant had a tight grip on Harley, and even though he tried to wiggle out of her arms a couple of times, he almost calmed down.
The doctor wanted to take a blood sample from his jugular vein, which Harley does not like at all. Blackstone calls in his secret weapon, a much larger, stronger female assistant, who on the first sign of resistance from our very uncooperative chihuahua kid, pulls some kind of Texas-Chainsaw-steel cage-deathmatch wrestling hold on our boy, and pins him down on the table, putting almost all her upper body weight on top of him! It was incredible!!! Give this woman a raise! My hero! It was hilarious! Harley knew he had finally met his match!
Anyway, the doc said that the blood levels were fine and that the not eating was a common reaction to an anti-inflammatory medicine Harley had just finished taking for his right rear leg, which he sometimes was limping around on. So I have to give Harley another pill for his tummy and I'm putting this "Mix-It" stuff in his dog food, which makes it more palatable to eat. He seems to be eating again fine. Hopefully this will resolve itself quickly.
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