We were at the vet again this morning.
Same dog, other end.
I won't give you all the gory details but I was sufficiently worried that I rang the vet first thing and asked for an appointment. 'Is it an emergency?' I was asked.
'Well, one of his testicles is ENORMOUSLY swollen.'
'Oh!' she said somewhat taken aback. 'How quickly can you be here?'
So I rolled out of bed and was at the vet's 15 minutes later. We saw the same one who had done his surgery so he obviously thought he was in safe hands. HA! Not only were her hands cold but she was exerting pressure on a very tender area. The ultimate indignity was that she then took his temperature! Oh he was really not a happy hound by then.
Her diagnosis? Orchitis which as we all know means testicular infection (warn the men in your life ;-) The upshot is that not only does he have to suffer wearing vet bling for at least another four days and having acid poured into his eye twice a day but now he has to swallow half a horse tablet morning and evening. We are going back on Wednesday to see if everything is (ahem) just a little thing
Congratulations Carloyn. With such a massive response to my offer in the previous post I returned to my old friend the random interger generator and it chose Carolyn to be the recipient of the the late 2001 blue model. I shall send him off Monday morning complete with all his cases of Lego. Watch your postbox Tuesday ;-)