Hi, my dear friends!
How does your Monday start? Mine - with an attempt to decide what this week will be filled with. Of course my seventeen dogs will do everything in their power to make adjustments to my plans. 🐶🐶🐶 Believe it or not, sometimes it seems to me that they would be able to destroy even the plans of some powerful supra-governmental structure. Believe me! each of them individually is a sweet and cute dog. But when they are all together, you begin to clearly understand why I am not afraid of war or even Hell 😜
But there are definitely things that need to be done no matter what.
First of all, Bucks should visit a vet and this is not discussed. He has a mole on his side and now it's inflamed. The problem is that my friend and I weren't able to inspect it properly. But we tried! We really tried! And it is quite possible that there is no problem and everything will be limited to a healing ointment. But Bucks is a terrible coward! He squealed and pulled out so that we were forced to refuse the examination and turn it over to the vet office. The decision is quite harsh and it will certainly create additional stress for Bucks, but do I have other options to solve this problem? Unfortunately no.
But any of my dogs drastically changes their behavior as soon as we cross the threshold of a vet clinic. Apart from desperate attempts to escape, they turn from spoiled, capricious and wayward creatures into quiet and obedient creatures. Therefore, it is easier for me to drive 20 kilometers to a neighboring city than to try to restrain a desperately escaping dog in order to carefully examine a pimple on his side!
This situation brought me back to thinking about the necessary harm that we sometimes have to do to an animal or bird in order to help. This is a very difficult choice. If you can explain to a person (even a child) that you are doing it for his or her benefit, that the treatment can be painful and unpleasant, then how can you explain this to an animal?
I often have irrational guilt when I do this. My brain says that my action is absolutely correct and even necessary, while my heart is torn with pity for the unfortunate furry creature that trusts me, and I (insidious a snake!🐍) treacherously dragged it to the evil veterinarian.
I hope that Bucks's problems will seem miserable and everything will be limited to an anti-inflammatory injection and ointments. Oh, I really don't feel like it right now for someone of my animals to get sick... I just spent a month and a half in the battle for the life of Star (which, as you know, I lost and any memory of this still resonates with pain in my heart) and my psyche and my finances desperately need time to recover.
