My arthur-eye-tis wuz doin a lil better today, so I may be ready for another Zombie Patrol™ on Friday. I are not patrollin tomorrow on counts of it sposed to be rainy and stuff, so if da mommas are dumb enuf to venture out in dat, dey are just gonna have to deal wif da zombies on dere own.
Anyways, I went to see da vet. I had to wait for a while since he'd been outta town and was apparently pretty popular. There were a couple other dogs there waitin, a cocker spaniel and a lil dachshund. Momma just held me in her lap so I wouldn't bark everyone too much. I are kinda a known loudmouth round there, last time I got my teeth cleaned dey called momma early to come take me home since dey wuz tired of my barkin.
I think dey got revenge on me for all my barkins at dem. Either dat or da vetman wanted to give me a bald spot to match his. Yeah, dey shaved my back where da hot spot had taken over. Let's just say it are a good thing I likes wearin clothes, cuz dis ain't pretty.
Oh my gorgeous furs! Gone, all gone!! I sure hope dey grow back.
Dose are da wrinkles I got. Da vetman and all da techs are still pretty confuserated bout dem - dey don't mean anything bad, dey's just never seen a westie wif wrinkles. But ya can see how red and inflamed my poor lil back are. And dat it are kinda oozy and nasty-lookin, and dis are after bein medicated. I gots some more lotion for my back and da vetman wants me on steroids for a few days too (which means I gotta stop takin my Metacam for a few days since he don't want me on steroids and an NSAID at da same time).
Dis are not a good look. And I are not a happy dog. Da only good part of da day wuz dat da mommas went to Whataburger on da way home from da vet and I gotta eat fries in da car. And some fries at home too. I don't think frenchie fries make up for dis though, I think I deserved a whole Whataburger. And some new clothes, I are definitely gonna need em to hide dis.
Finley's momma are already at work sewin right now.