Milla making me crazy, but in a good way
Milla has this goober on her eye lid.
I have been putting ointment on it, and giving her pills for about a week now. The pills are 2x/day, the ointment 3x/day. 2x is easy, just do it at meals. 3x is a pain in the backside.
It doesn't help that I am low on kennel space, and the puppies (3 of them) are in the patio. I have to get through them to get to Milla, as her kennel opens into the patio. Yay.
During the feedings, I clean a kennel, put down food for the puppies, then move them. Then I do everyone else. And in the evening, I move the puppies back to the patio, where they can access the house.
Ok, fine. But now I have to get past the puppies to get to Milla for a third time. And Milla does not exactly make it easy either, jumping around and threatening to stab herself with the applicator. She is a 90mph dog: jump, jump, jump, jump.
Anyhow last night, I come into the sun room, and there is a dog in the pen that leads to the patio. Only one dog. It is not a puppy. It is Milla? Milla, what the heck are you doing in there, and what did you do with my puppies???
I get her out of there and shove her in a crate, and the puppies came in. They were enjoying her kennel area too. Ok. So I put gunk on her goober, and leave her crated so I can take her to the vet this morining.
Milla was good last night and this morning, and I put her in the back seat of the Honda to go uptown to the vet to get her re-checked. She was so good. She got weighed, a little skinny at 54 pounds -- she should be about 58-60 pounds.
We get in the exam room, and when the vet came in, he was looking at her eye, and when he came into the room, she leaped up onto the table in there: boing! This table is about 30 inches long and 18 inches wide and about 39 inches high. Having her up there was definitely a bonus to the vet who did not have to stoop over her. So everyone was happy she elevated herself. Good Girl!
She let him take a big furry q-tip and shove it in her eye and play with the goober, which is getting better. Good Girl!
Then on the way out, a rescued GSD bitch was in the area where the techs/receptionists have their behind the counter space -- a big square, with a baby gate right in front of the door I came out of. Milla paid no attention whatsoever to the old bitch. She noticed her, but did not try to get to her, or bark, or anything. Good Girl!
We come around the counter to pay, and she goes right to the door and jumps up on it. I told her "WAIT, you nut." And she sat down with her nose to the door, did not jump up on it, and just sat there, waiting. I took care of the bill, and she was still sitting there waiting. Good Girl!
So I headed to the bank to cash my check. Usually she rides in the Explorer in a crate, but I needed to get the money in the bank so she just had to be in the back seat. In the front seat, was the remains of my KFC last week -- uhg! So I told her to stay in the back! And went in to the bank to cash the check.
I came out and she was in the back seat and had not molested the box of chicken bones. Good Girl!
And back home, back in the crate while I situated everyone else, cleaned the kennels, filled the buckets, and put food down. And then back to her kennel to put more gunk on the goober. Good Girl Milla!
It only took 4 years, and Milla has finally reached Trustee status on the Warden's List.
Dolly and Gretta have taken she and Ninja's places at being the young hoodlums in the establishment.
I was very proud of my little girl today.
Jenna, RN CGC & Babs, CD RA CGC HIC
Heidi, RA CGC
SG3 Odessa, SchH1, Kkl1, AD
Ninja, RN CGC & Milla, RN CGC
Joy, Star Puppy, RN CGC
Dolly CGC & Bear CGC