La Chienne is the first dog ever in my life and learning how to care for one's pet is a continually process. Since the "cancer scare" that turned out to be nothing more than just her thyroid needing some help, I'm now extra cautious about making sure I have a good v-e-t who knows what the hell they're doing. Last time around it took 2 v-e-ts and 1 specialist (costing about 800 euros for fancy scans) to realise what she had was actually nothing more serious than what any dog over 7 years old can get, which is thyroid defiency. It caused paralysis on one side of her face so the symptoms seemed very severe and worrying. Now, almost a year later on thyroid replacement pills she's not only her old self, but maybe a slightly more energetic version. The v-e-t warned me that the thyroid replacement would make her like a puppy again, but honestly after the scare that I might lose her she can act like a puppy all she wants.
People laugh when before they meet the "Hound" as many refer to her that I'm obviously so in love with her, but then those are the same people that end up traveling from across the world (or from Paris) just to see the "Hound". She has a long list of people who would gladly throw me under a train in order to inherit her too. My neighbour's son and his friends knock on my door just to play with her and even her v-e-t didn't want to give her back to me after her last check-up.
So this morning I spell out the v-e-t and she starts making grunting noises of disapproval almost immediately. This is why I now think she can spell. Ever since the word has been mentioned I can't get her to come anywhere near me. I'll be spending the rest of my afternoon coaxing her out for a little walk, at the end of which we will arrive at the v-e-t.
But even though she can spell, she still doesn't seem to understand once she's gone she's off the hook for another 6 months and plus I have lots of treats...
