I have trouble believing that Mom should be in charge of when we go to sleep and when we wake up. Shouldn't I get some say in that?!
For example, if I want to go potty at 1 a.m. and 3 a.m., then I should be allowed to. And when I want to squeak toys under the bed at 2 a.m. and 4 a.m., shouldn't that be my prerogative? Just because Mom says she has to work all day, that doesn't make her the boss of me!
Likewise, why on earth should I have to wake up at 6 a.m. when Mom gets ready for work?! This puppy needs her beauty sleep...especially if I've been up squeaking.
So, you know that when Mom gets me up early (and takes pictures of me), she definitely gets my stink-eye...
Mom's just lucky that I get to sleep during the day.
That's really the only reason I put up with her night time nonsense.
Mom's just too worried about sleeping at night anyway...
The vet called with the results of the blood work from last week. And the news was really not-news. We got nothing. My thyroid is fine. My cholesterol and triglycerides are a little high, but not high enough to do anything to my liver.
Yes, it's wonderful that everything is o.k. The problem, however, is that we still don't know why my liver is being wonky.
The vet is out of ideas, too. So, our options are:
Have my vet do a very-expensive, very-invasive liver biopsy. (Mom says it's not an option.)
Go to the local university animal hospital for another opinion. (They're very expensive.)
Have the vet research and find a specialist to go to in a big city. (Expensive, plus lots of travel.)
Mom's got some stuff to think about now.
On a completely unrelated note, please enjoy this photo of me, drenched from poopin' in the rain, attacking a massive caterpillar...
I took the new pills for a little over a month, and then Mom took me back to the vet to see if they helped. Unfortunately, the results weren't so good. Instead of going down, the liver enzyme level went way, way higher.
Mom talked to the vet and they decided to do an ultrasound on my tummy. So I went to a different vet's office for that. They shaved my entire belly...did the ultrasound...and even took "samples" of my liver with needles. OUCH.
With my allergies and the shaved fur, I scratched myself raw over the next few days. You can kinda see one of the red spots on my side here:
And I did my best to be super, duper pathetic. One time, Mom even brought me breakfast in my doggie bed!
After all of that, you know what the ultrasound told us? NOTHING! That's right...we still have no idea why my enzyme level is high.
This afternoon I have to go back to the vet for some more blood work. Mom says we're going to check my cholesterol, triglycerides, and thyroid.
Unfortunately, Mom also decided that I had to be CLEAN to go see the vet. That meant a bath...
Here I am waiting to be freed from the bathroom....with a couple of toys nearby, of course.
Plucking on a squirrel while Mom attempted to blow dry my furs:
I plucked like crazy once the squirrel and I were liberated from the bathroom of torture.
Then I actually fell asleep with the squirrel in my mouth.
Squirrel butt. (HE HE HE)
This morning, Mom refused to give me any breakfast. She put away all of my bully sticks, too. So, naturally, I tried to insist she bring out the goods. I barked nonstop for a while.
Then Mom got out the spray bottle and squirted me.
The woman just doesn't understand...
Mom says we won't have any of the test results until later this week. We're both tired of tests and waiting...