Pediatrician or Vet:...We're not interested

Awoooo. It's me, Lola. Pardon me for not reporting on my trip to the vet sooner, but I had to get over the experience. It's always so traumatic for me. And, this time, Mom was documenting it. I was good and didn't bite anyone, but I did yelp in a few ears when I got the chance.

Here I am refusing to look at Mom in the parking lot of the vet on my way in.




And here I am panting from the exhaustive poking and prodding and questions, on the way out. If you look carefully, you'll notice you get a shot of each of my eyes. I'm bi-eyed, you know. It adds to my husky mystery.

Now for the awesome news. I stunned both my vets. Yes, I see a specialist for all the "issues". If you aren't aware, I have some issues that should have killed me months ago. But the humans and I are pretty stubborn.


I hadn't been to the pediatrician in several months. And Mom brings rescues to the vet, so they are used to seeing a bunch of us. When the vet began to examine me he said, "Lola? I can't believe this! What have you been doing with this dog?" Humans are not the brightest!

In the past 8 weeks I have gained back 15 pounds, and my blood work was pretty good. The autoimmune issue is still causing pooling in my chest cavity, and then there is always that problem that the blood is by-passing my liver. However, I am quite happy and very active. Well, happy when I'm not at the vet!

Here I am waiting for Mom to get me out of this jail. Mom thinks it's funny when I have one ear up and one down. She almost got the picture right. I just couldn't wait to get back home. Although I have to admit I did like shocking the docs.

Well, that is the basic story. Me. Vet. X-Rays and full CBC. Done. Home. Play. Sleep.

For all of you who face medical issues, remember to be brave and think positive. Grab hold of your human, and keep the faith.

All my love,

Lola