When it rains, it pours. Goldie was spotted again this morning at 6 AM drinking out of one of the ponds on the premises. We only have one gate that is open during the day and apparently he hasn't discovered it yet. I'm hoping he does so that he can find someone younger who knows how to deal with a dog like him. Old folks... not so helpful and determined.

But wait, there's more. I took my guys to the vet this morning for butt issues. I had Glory's anal grands expressed because she's been acting a little weird and thankfully, this vet takes them away to do it (because it's disgusting and stinks) and I heard her scream for the first time ever. Simon also never seemed to recover from his last infection, so he needed to be examined. His problem seems to be an allergy of some kind, as well as a small indication of continued infection. He is now on two medications for the next three weeks, a change of diet (to a more expensive food, of course), and I need to bathe him once or twice a week for an indeterminate amount of time. The worst part is that the shampoo has to stay on him for five minutes each time. If any of you have ever bathed a dog, keeping them still for an extra five minutes might as well be an hour. If I could do it outside it wouldn't be such a problem, but since winter came today, that's not an option.

But wait, there's more. Since we left the vet, Glory has not recovered. She won't eat, doesn't want to walk, and looks pitiful. I don't know if they hurt her during the procedure, if you can call it that, or there is something more seriously wrong. She also threw up and it wasn't the usual upset tummy color of yellow or white, but a nasty brown. So if the situation hasn't improved by morning, we'll be headed back to the vet. And this, my dear friends and family, is just further proof that God knew I was not mother material. Because I, too, can hardly eat and doubt that I'll sleep well tonight. My heart is breaking for her.