Only hurdle left is to have another blood test in 2 weeks, to make sure all the levels that were out of whack are back to normal. That, and we have to use up all the meds they sent me home with. Thankfully no more stick-a-needle-in-her-back fluids. She was cooperative for those, but it just made me think of her as the sick girl/patient. I didn't even try to give her the painful injection for nausea—partly because I was afraid to cause her anymore distress, and partly because she didn't seem to have any further nausea, she was eating well by then.
The diagnosis, although not definite, is leptospirosis. Both dogs were vaccinated for it, but it is a lot like our flu shots in that the vaccine only covers certain kinds of lepto. We hope that she has built up some immunity to it now, so that it doesn't come back to haunt her.
I will post sometime later this weekend about our new health dilemma at Lester's Flat—a hen-pecked hen. I have been trying for 2 days to separate her from the rest, but she is petrified, and rightly so. She thinks I am just a larger monster coming to "peck" on her.
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