Crime Scene: Scene of the Crime

I have been made victim of a hate crime.

And this is the perpetrator.

She looks unassuming but I know the truth.

It's in my bedroom.

In my living room.

Even in my kitchen!! Don't judge me. It was buy carpet or wear socks and I ain't wearing socks.

I think it's from the steroids. It better be from the steroids.

Because last night she just waltzed in front of the TV, put her haunches down and pissed all over the place. She's going 3 or 4 times per walk and we've put in two extra walks to try to get all this liquid out.

Her water consumption is off the charts. Two bowls a day. Which is 4x what she was drinking before.

Me and the vet are going to have a chat about this. 'Cause I'm tired of cleaning up puddles everyday when I get home.

Itchy Rashy Backside

It looks bad now but it was worst five days ago.

Poor Klea scratched herself until she bled last Thursday. And while I hate going to the doctor and rely heavily on home remedies, I just couldn't watch her suffer like that anymore.

I was going out of town anyway and her vet also side hustles as a groomer and kennel. It just made sense to have them check her out while I was away.

It's not fleas (thank God!) but she was having an allergic reaction to... get this... the flea powder I put down on my carpets.

I can't seem to win around here!

The Doc told me to continue using the same shampoo and such on her but to shampoo my carpets to get the irritants out and away from the doggie. She also told me to start using Frontline. I never have because it is so GD expensive but I tell you it works super magic.

The next thing I have to do is get an exterminator who will treat the borders of my apartment with a Frontline type chemical so the insects might hop in but they'll die before giving birth. But that will have to wait until summer.

So, for now, Miss Klea is on two medicines - an antibiotic and a steriod. The little white pills are super easy because they can be hidden in peanut butter. But I'm sure one of us is going to die over these green capsules. The melee' that ensues twice a day is getting out of control. I don't know if I have another 6 days in me.

Pure Love

This is the face of love.

A few weeks ago when I was feeling especially down, I awoke to Klea-Wea sleeping *this* close. Head on my pillow and all. Its days like these when I love her most. And these are the memories that I take with me on trips and when I'm paying $180 vet bills for a skin rash.

If only we didnt have to fight 2x a day about the capsules. :)

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