So, poor Ike, he has coccidia. I had to say this word all the way home to myself in the car so as to not get it confused with chlamydia. Which is definitely NOT what he has. Essentially its a parasite. And since he's a shelter dog, it shouldn't be that surprising. So now, we have an arsenal of medication to give him. Like, he pretty much needs his own shelf in the medicine cabinet. But I am glad that she went ahead and gave him stuff for worms (just to be on the safe side) and something to replace the good bacteria in his gut and lots of other stuff. He is pretty pathetic today.
And I have a feeling that he is going to be even more pathetic when we ALL go back to work tomorrow.
The vet also gave me a card to a dog trainer in the area. She said that it was a very "family friendly" place and that we could all bring our lawn chairs and to be a part of the dog's training. While these is a nice idea, I think the other clients might ask for a refund if Q showed up at the sessions.
Aww. Poor Ike.
You could ask for Q training at the same time.
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