Miss Mae Monday

So, after a two and a half hour vet visit on Monday, I decided that Miss Mae, my precious pound pup, needs a blog. Or, maybe I need the blog to chronicle our crazy life. We are fun chicks, I'm here to tell you, but we have more stories than we know what to do with. So.. here's to blogging! Maybe, just maybe, you'll get a laugh or two and I'll gain back a little sanity by writing about our adventures.

Monday arrives, and I knew a vet visit was in order. Mae has decided to have "vomit parties" in the kitchen on several occasions now, most recently Saturday morning where she really threw down.. or up.. you get the idea. So, off we go to our third most visited spot (first being PetsMart and second being Chick-fil-a) - Dr. Heaton's office. They know us there. Very well. As a matter of fact, when I called to make her appointment, the receptionist's response was "What's the matter this time?" Now... I might be a tad overprotective and, for lack of better terms, a worry-wort, but we've done well for a couple of months. Sure.. we (meaning Mae) had this random allergy to grass and an interesting case of ringworm, oh and we (again, meaning Mae) take phenobarbital every 12 hours for seizures, but we have been on the up and up. So, off we go to the vet, and Mae is excited. She loves to ride, loves to be the center of attention, and loves treats from strangers. After 3 different tests and 120 fun-filled minutes of waiting, Mae has now been diagnosed with pancreatitis,  aka an infection of the pancreas. We must take meds for a while and change our diet, which was not news to her. We've (meaning Mae and myself) been exceeding our "goal weight" for months now. (There went the 2nd favorite spot to visit.) Thank goodness we've figured it out - this diagnosis seems a lot more accurate than the "kennel cough" diagnosis we received two weeks ago. Irony - sister has never stepped foot in a kennel, much less been exposed to dogs who would have this illness. Irony. One of my favorite parts of this life we lead. Who knew that I'd ever have a dog? Who knew that I'd have a dog with a multitude of health problems? Who knew that I'd be so happy with a "terrier mix" who's overweight and needy? Irony, indeed.

Mae's cure for pancreatitis - a nice nap with a pillow on the sofa.
My cure for our latest diagnosis - a blog. Go figure.