Star didn’t sleep with us last night, either. I wonder if she sleeps with us only to bug JoLee, and actually prefers sleeping by herself on her own bed. She’s not nearly as unhappy about Jo’s disappearance now; in fact, it almost seems as though she’s settling right into being the “only dog.” She loves the fact that she’s getting all the treats, and that she gets all the attention, too. I hope she isn’t too disappointed when Jo comes back!
Today’s the day I get to pick up JoLee! I’m so excited I can’t concentrate - it’s like Christmas, my birthday and an exotic vacation all wrapped into one! I’m leaving an hour early, even though the clinic is open until 6:00 p.m.
When I called the clinic and asked how late they were open, Colleen said, “We’re open until 6:00 tonight.” I paused and said, “You mean, you’re only open until 5:00, right?”
“No, we’re open until 6:00 tonight,” she said, a perplexed tone in her voice.
“No, really, you’re only open until 5:00 tonight, right?” I persisted.
Finally, Colleen laughed. “Oh, yeah, that’s right - we’re only open until 5:00 tonight - ” and then I heard Dr. Grosch’s voice in the background.
She said, “And if you don’t get here by 4:30, we’re taking this dog to the pound!”
I love my vet clinic!
I set it up with my boss that I will leave at 4:00. I’ll go home and change clothes. Harry will meet me at the house, we’ll put Star in the Dogmobile, and, as a family, go pick little Jo up from the clinic.
Later that night...
The reunion was joyous. Dr. Grosch told me that Jo had recently had a bout of bloody diarrhea, most likely caused by the anti-inflammatories she’d given him prior to his second injection of Immiticide, and she sent us home with three prescriptions: Albon (for his stomach), Doxycycline (to combat Wolbachia, a bacteria that is nearly always present with heartworms), and Vetprofen (pain medication), along with instructions on how to dose him.
Upon getting home, I took JoLee straight to the back yard (on his leash, as per instructions), and he gratefully peed and then surprised me by having a perfectly normal bowel movement. I called the doctor when we got inside, asking if I needed to give him the Albon, and she said it couldn’t hurt him, so just go ahead and give it to him. She also told me that if JoLee didn’t seem too painful, not to worry about giving him the Vetprofen that night, to give his stomach a chance to recover a bit.
Jo begged for treats all night, drank water like there was no tomorrow, and eventually settled down next to me on the couch for a quiet night of watching television. I started a fire so it was warm and cozy in the living room, and Star, Jo and I were very comfy all squished up against each other. Harry made a celebratory dinner - chicken breast on the grill, baby potatoes, and broccoli, and I shared my chicken breast with Star and JoLee. It was a wonderful night - not quite as relaxing as it sounds, because I can’t seem to stop staring at JoLee and listening for sounds of distress. Maybe I’ll relax by the weekend.
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