Sissy’s eye is doing well. No signs of anything that might indicate her glaucoma is raging, and her pressure was 12. (Anything under 15 is ideal for her.)
She’d lost 2+ lbs. in roughly 12 weeks, but as another customer in a pet store put it years ago, “She’s a hard keeper.” If Sis was a human, she’d be one of those annoying women who actually struggles NOT to lose weight. The vet tech working the reception desk doesn’t know Sis well and was alarmed, and not terribly impressed with my very cavalier attitude about the weight fluctuation that is Sissy’s norm. Of course, our delightful vet just stage whispers to Sissy that most women’s weight goes up, so as long as it comes back down… it’s all good.
The not great news is the DIVA has an ear infection. In most dogs, it wouldn’t even necessarily need more than extra (daily) cleaning for a week or so, but the basset/long-eared hound owners out there know better. Dr. D. is confident that it’s merely a result of getting some beach ick in a toenail, scratching one’s ear after some sand blew in, and the rest is history.
However, in absentia, Gg still got some of the good vet’s time too. Seems in a recent continuing education workshop, she heard that as many as 1 in 5 dogs has some sort of mental health issue. This doesn’t include ordinary behavioral problems, but does include otherwise unmanageable anxiety. (Hello, Gg?) She doesn’t have any new treatment plans, but she did think of Gretchen when she heard it. I don’t know whether that’s comforting or not.
Last but not least, we all have to thank Aunt Sus. We took the DAP infuser with us, and I set it up as soon as we got in the exam room. Dr. D. remarked when she came in that Sis was nicely mellow, so evidently, it helps a lot. Gg has her annual visit next, so we’ll see how my head case does.