Poor dog

Poor Molly is sicker than a, well, dog. She started out fine yesterday. We went around noon for our usual 3 mile walk, but it was pretty hot. I let her take a few sips from a puddle in the street. Baby got a couple laps out of it, then I dragged them off, telling them jokingly that was enough fertilizer for them. We had had rain the night before, and the puddle looked clear.

After we got home, Molly went down hill. She refused dinner at 3 pm. Write that date down, because my ex-husband is more likely to refuse a meal than a beagle. She refused water, she refused treats. She got very quiet. She refused a pain pill with peanut butter.

At that point, I was worried. I decided that if she didn't eat breakfast, I was calling the vet.

She refused breakfast. I called the vet. We went in this afternoon, after I cleaned up yet another pile of icky horkiness.

The vet has no idea, but is assuming a bacterial infection. She gave Molly an antibiotic shot, and gave me pills for tomorrow. She gave her an anti-nausea shot, and gave me pills for tonight. I asked for, and got, a subcutaneous shot of water for her, since she won't drink water still. She has lost 4 pounds in the last two months. That is a lot for a dog her size.

Hopefully the blood test results tomorrow will shed some light. I have never seen Molly this sick. She just lies still, and shivers now and then. No walks today. I can't separate them. Baby even went with us to the vet's office, and acted like a jack russell, just bouncing off the walls.

Please keep Molly in your thoughts. She is only 6, although her momma had cancer at age 4. (There is nothing wrong with her ear, it was just turned inside out.)