Well, I'm home and I feel terrible. Mom picked me up from Dr. Bill's this afternoon and I'm pretty sick. I can't stand to be touched anywhere past my head/neck area and if you do I scream. LOUD. My back and hind end are super sore. :( They gave me some pills to make the pain go away (Maryann: Codeine) and they make me sleepy.
They set up my crate in the living room so I could hang out with everyone, here's Tucker testing it out for me. He's so nice. There is cushy stuff in the bottom so it looks pretty soft.When I got home I didn't feel like being around anyone so I went into the bedroom and got in my favorite spot, the closet. I'm posting this sad picture of me even though it shows what slop-pigs my people are.Mom's worried about me not wanting to eat anything so she went to the store and bought some stew meat. She said I needed to eat something with my pill but I wouldn't touch any of it at all. She even left it on the floor right in front of me, but I just couldn't.I really hope I feel better soon. I think I'm going to the office with Mom tomorrow so she can keep me close cause she's worried. I just hope the other Brats don't eat all of my stew meat before I feel better.
PS from Maryann...He's pathetic and heartbreaking, absolutely no interest in anything and you can tell he feels miserable. If you even bump against his back lightly he yelps. I'm hoping he shows some interest in food soon since he's taking these pills. Dr. Bill said he'll be sore a couple days and hopefully then it will be better.
This was the first time he's been to see Dr. Bill and he seems to feel certain he's been beaten. He had a very bad reaction to the waterhose and it just makes me sick. His "racoon eyes" they think is an allergy issue and once he's better from this we'll try to figure that out. He thinks he's somewhere between 5-8 years old, a wide range but he could possibly be on the younger side and just not appear to be that way because of the life he's lead thus far. He agreed his coat is from his nutritional past and should be better as time goes. Angie seems to think maybe he has some Chesapeake Bay Retriever in him, as his coat is filling out (it's THICK) it appears he could. Either way, they both seemed to love him to death and think he's good for Tucker. I just want him to feel better. :(