He apparently tried to call our house at like 3pm today, even after my wife TOLD HIM REPEATEDLY that we had a vet's appointment for one of our own dogs at 3pm.
Doesn't care. Doesn't listen. Me, me, me, me, me --
that's what he cares about.
My wife and I agreed that he doesn't need to have this made any easier for him, because the easier it is to prolong her misery, the longer he'll do it. If it becomes a pain in his rear end, he'll put her down. If she really does have liver damage from...starvation, I guess?..I dunno...then that's probably best.
At this point, that is, regardless of how many layers of the onion of stupidity had to get peeled back to get the dog this far in the hole..
Best would have been for him to forgo his stupid softball game the day he tried to sprinkle wormer over her food like a moron only to sit and watch her NOT eat it, just like she was NOT eating anything else.. That was the day we offered to come hit her with fenbendizole and leave him with enough -- premeasured in syringes, no charge -- to treat her in two rounds of three straight days, about 10 days apart.
I've little doubt that she'd be fully recovered by now if he'd done that...but no...had a softball game. The cougar was supposed to be there, sooooo...sorry, pooch...you come LAST in my life.
(...our GSD has a yeast infection in her ears, btw...food allergies, I'm sure. Off we go to find a better [$$$
] food which can also be ground and made into a gruel, for she also has megaesophagus. She's a little over 3 now when the life expectancy of ME dogs is usually 2 or less. Most are euth'd, but the vet knew how we roll and said "Give her a chance.. See what happens. You'll know soon if it's not going to work." Well, it worked.
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