When I picked her up and looked her over, I noticed a bump near her butt that wasn't there in the morning. I immediately knew what was going on. The dreaded infected anal gland. If any of you have ever had that happen to your furbaby, you can no doubt feel her pain. Man, I felt so bad for her!
I showed my sweet hubs and we both agreed we didn't want her to wait another day for normal vet office hours. We thought it best to bring her in for a Sunday evening emergency visit.
Now let me put this into perspective. Gracie does not do well at the vet's office. Ever. Period.
She may be a tiny 6.5 lbs, but she gets some kind of crazy, canine Incredible Hulk strength. I can't explain it. But I have witnessed it first hand once. Only once.
If you'd like to read about my vet visit with her back in 2008, I posted about it.
CLICK HERE for that crazy story and enjoy.
When my sweet hubs asked me to go along for the ride (she also does not do well in the car), the look on my face answered his question.
So off to the vet my sweet hubs and Gracie did go. About 45 minutes later, I see them pull in the driveway. I ran outside to see how it went. "Well???" I asked, "How did she do??"
He started to laugh as he scrolled through a few photos on his phone showing me this...
Her new nickname is Gracie "Lector." (Remember the movie Silence of the Lambs?)
Yep, it was Doggy Déjà vu all over again! Needless to say, Gracie didn't disappoint and did a 2008 repeat performance... The Houdini move and all!
My sweet hubs said the vet techs couldn't believe how she whipped that muzzle off her face with her front paws.
Eventually my sweet hubs got it back on her face and the vet was able to drain and clean out her little, butt gland.
I can only imagine how painful that was and still is. But it had to be done. She's still ticked at my sweet hubs for bringing her there.
So I've been giving her lots of extra love and attention. Stella isn't dealing very well with that.
Happy Tuesday, all.
Remember to keep an eye on those butt glands.
Not yours. Your dog's.
:> )
I think it's the name, although my Gracie is a cat. My Gracie does not just act crazy at the vet though...that's pretty much an all the time thing. :)
ReplyDeleteGive that SWEET hubs of yours a big hug....a backrub...his favorite home cooked meal....slippers by the fire etcetcetc
ReplyDeleteOh poor fur baby, been there done that dog butt thing. Good hubby you have,Blessings Francine.
ReplyDeleteHe loves his little dog so. I have to laugh... He always talked about having an giant Irish Wolf Hound as his dog. Instead he has just the opposite. ((giggle))
ReplyDeleteLittle Gracie was a birthday gift to me from him. The only problem was she loved him with her whole little heart the minute he (quite literally) picked her up. There is no doubt she is his. The smile on his face when he holds proves it. ♥
What a sweet man.
ReplyDeleteHope Gracie is feeling better. I keep going back to her Silence of the Lambs close-up and it makes me giggle(please don't tell her that)
O so sweet of the Hubby to take one for the "team" ...poor Gracie , hope she feels better soon . ~hugs Angela
ReplyDeletePoor little angel. Hope she is feeling so much better. Give her a hug and love from all of us here.
ReplyDeletePoor Gracie....although that picture is priceless!
ReplyDeleteOh my, poor Gracie. i can't say I blame her. How'd you like someone doing unmentionable things to your bottom. That photo is a hoot! Hope Gracie is better soon.
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