No Funeral Yet

This morning, our vet came over to check on poor Rusty since he keeps crapping the bed and the foyer. Turns out he isn't on his deathbed, just has a run-of-the-mill intestinal bacterial disturbance. He got a cortisone shot, a bottle of antibiotics and a case of special dog food. I have to mix a little plain yogurt in his food to rebuild the good bacteria in his system.

The vet said he's pretty healthy for an old man dog. He's actually pretty pissed off because he got poked and prodded but he's cuddled up in the softest blanket in the house, on top of two pillows so he should be over it soon.

My newest neighbor emailed me to see if everything was ok. She knew he was sick (and ancient) so I think she thought we were having him put down since we had a mobile vet here. I reassured her that everything is ok so she wouldn't go baking casseroles or anything. You know us Southern women have to start baking casseroles if any death is in the air.