My dog is on drugs

Molly was due for her shot for her Addison's disease on Tuesday. I didn't think she needed it yet, so I waited a few days. The seizures she has had for every shot and vet visit since she became ill early in October makes me think more than twice before I take her to the vet any more.

After her sixth seizure last month, the vet finally decided to prescribe Valium for Molly to take before her shot this month. I had to hand over my driver's license to be copied before I was handed a bottle of Valium. It's a controlled substance. I brought home Molly and her drugs after her last seizure and had hopes for this month's visit.

I had to double her prednisone today so that left me with an eating, peeing, pooping machine. Then I needed to give her the Valium 2 hours before the appointment. I went to get the Valium and then take her for a little walk. No Valium.

I looked every place that I put medications. I looked places where I don't keep medications. I finally decided that I put it some place very "safe." It had to be some place even safe from me. I had to call the vet and tell them I lost a controlled substance and I need more.

Expecting a bad response, I called and was surprised to find that they believed me and would give me more if I wanted to pick it up. I said yes. I got ready to leave the house and thought about it some more, trying to trace back my process of bringing the medication home. I finally checked the jacket pockets of the "vet jacket" I wear. I have an old jacket I mostly wear only to the vet. Sure enough, I found the drugs. I gave Molly her dose after calling the vet again and took the beagles for a walk.

Amazingly, the walk was uneventful. They smelled stuff, and I watched Molly for unsteady gait. She didn't get stoned, but her nose went into overdrive. I didn't think it was possible. A beagle nose is very impressive. Try hiding one peanut any place in the house from a beagle. You can't do it. We came home, and Molly tried to tear up my leather sofa looking for, I assume, a lost piece of popcorn. Then she tried to get down to the floor where my family room is, or the floor below that where the basement is, where the dogs aren't allowed. She drove me nuts with her nose. She became unsteady and wobbly.

I finally put her leash back on (I had left her collar on, since she fights me to put it on anyway), filled my pocket with dog treats, threw a milk bone at Baby to get her away from the door, and ushered Molly into the garage, then the car. Molly hates the car. I had to throw a treat on the seat to get her to jump in. I fed her treats for 2.5 miles. It's amazing how many treats a hungry dog will eat in 2.5 miles. (I had fed them dinner before leaving.) I had the radio on, and I talked loudly to her all the way there. She seems to like noise when she is stressed.

We got to the vet's office, and I parked in the lot next door. It was solid mud. We have had somewhat warmer weather than usual, in the 40s the last two days, and the entire lot was mud. My car is a light cream color cloth inside. I got her out of the car, and thought about my seats. Lost cause.

I called the vet's office and told them we were outside. Molly and I walked on the sidewalk, on the grass, and around the building. She smelled stuff and demanded treats. I talked to her, and kept her calm. The vet and a tech came outside and they gave her the shot. No seizure. Not a peep out of her. They handed me the bill, which I had taken care of over the phone when I called about the Valium. I rushed Molly back to the car (out of treats by then), and talked to her with the radio on. She likes Eminem's new song. Me too.

We got in the house and Baby was more than delighted to see us. Molly has been wobbly and demanding food, but who cares. She didn't have a seizure. We made it! We finally did it! Molly will be fine after all. I don't care if keeping her seizure-free means I have to get her shot while I stand on my head in the parking lot at the vet's office.

Now what do I do with this eating, peeing, wobbly, pooping machine for the rest of the evening? I was supposed to go out. I guess I will read a book instead. I don't want her falling down the stairs. I can also clean the mud off both front seats. She really got them good.

What was downstairs? She smelled some cat puke that was old and dried up that was down the stairs, down a hall, in a spare bedroom, in the closet. She tried to eat it. I was faster and got her out of there. Ewww.