I apologize to Bella's friends for not posting an update sooner. About a month ago Bella had to go to the Vet for being rather laxadazical and not really acting like herself. She refused to eat her food; which turned out to be Primadonna Syndrome. She chose to go on a hunger strike because after sampling some table food she wanted more variety in her diet. She happily started eating a mixture of canned meat chunks and her dry food after some trial and error on our part. Once again all is right in the world because Bella is pleased. Queen Bella I should say. It turned out to be a coincidence but luckily we did bring her to the Vet because she had a tick infection.
When we went to the Vet for her hunger strike, the vet did some bloodwork which Bella was not pleased about. I have been informed not only by Petco, but now by my Veterinarian who deals with mischievous giants on a regular basis, that it is better if my husband accompanies us for her recheck because she doesn't have "much faith, frankly in your ability to hold her back if she wants to pounce on me". Apparently Bella baring her teeth and trying to snap the Vets hand off was not a welcome response while drawing her blood. Tempermental is putting it mildly. Now I've heard of cats that hold a grudge but dogs?? They are supposed to love you no matter what: Forgive and forget; you know "Man's Best Friend". She is not best friends with the Vet. The Vet took the blood samples and proceeded to bring them to their onsite lab to find out if there was anything going on with the big baby. The Queen of Sheba was licking her wounds the entire time the Vet was gone and mumbling under her doggie breathe. To say she was pissed is an understatement. I rubbed her back and tried to comfort her and I got a big ole growl that told me "it is not a good time to be playing mommy of the year". She was not going to be consoled by me or anyone else at that moment in time. She was mad about the needles and someone was going to be dealing with her; like it or not.
I know the look on my dog's face when she is ready to go after something, whether it is a squirrel, dear, or wild turkey in the yard; occasionally a UPS driver. Nonetheless I was not really prepared for her next move even though I saw the look. I guess it didn't register because she doesn't normally look at people that way. The Vet comes back in and before I could even get off my butt out of the chair she was snapping the leash out of my hand and chasing the Vet back out the door. I have to say for a larger woman, she moved pretty damn quick. I gave chase and was freaking out inside thinking, "OMG I'm going to have to put her down if she bites the damn Vet"!! Luckily, the desk is right outside the doors so she made it behind the desk and shut the little swing door as Bella was lunging for her. When Bella let go of the leash I grabbed at it and got her under control. I dragged her back into the exam room and had to literally sit on her to calm her down. She was howling like a wolf because she didn't get ahold of the Vet. It took about 10 minutes to get her to a point of being able to bring her out to the desk and luckily the Vet had left my medication for her on the counter with a $240.00 bill. I personally think she tacked on a fee for her aggravation and near death experience. I was informed that Bella was going to have to be muzzled when she comes in for shots or bloodwork. I said very sheepishly, "I understand". I was embarrassed and felt bad but before I could say anything, the girl at the desk laughed and said, "Don't think she's the only one that tries to bite her. She must not be very gentle with the needle." I didn't feel so bad after that. It was self defense on my girl's part!!!
Here I am talking to the girl at the counter while she runs my credit card and I look down and my dog has her teeth on the handle of the carrier of the woman next to me who is not paying attention and my dog is trying to get inside at the poor Cat in Box!!! I quickly grabbed her collar and dislodged her teeth. As I did so, the woman looks down and this blood curdling screech comes from inside the carrier!! OH DAMN HERE WE GO AGAIN!!! Bella is now aware its a cat. I had to mobilize the dog again by wrestling her to the ground and holding on for dear life. Now the woman could have helped in this situation by moving the carrier to the other side of her legs but NO!!! She leans down, Bella doesn't seem to phase her in the least and tries quieting the kitty who is now putting her big claws out through the hole, hissing and growling like a bobcat! The girl behind the counter cannot even hear to answer the phone between Bella and the crazy kitty in the box. I decided to be the adult in the situation since my dog was the culprit, afterall and I offered to take her home and come back for my credit card in a few minutes. This made the girl behind the counter quite happy. So that is what I did.
When I returned to the Vet after dropping off KUJO, it turns out she had a bacterial infection caused by the saliva from a tic??!!???! Don't ask me...I don't understand how they can determine saliva from a tic, being so small but science is amazing. They even have a name for it...Anaplasmosis. She had to take 3 horsepills twice per day for nearly 4 weeks and let me tell you, it took about one week to figure out how to hide those things in her "treats". We finally settled on string cheese. I took a piece of string cheese and cut it into 3 sections. I hollowed out the center and stuffed the pills in. Pretty ingenious of me; just saying. ...but it worked great.
Bella is now ready to go back for her "recheck".. I have a feeling there is going to be another blog entry after that visit. NOW, I understand they want her muzzled like when she gets her nails done but the million dollar question is...WHO IS MUZZLING THIS DOG??? I can answer that in two words:
NOT ME :(
She got home and laid around for the rest of the night. I checked on her before going to bed and this pic is what I found...Too precious. One minute she wants to tear someone's throat out and the next she's cuddling with her kitten. Maybe my dog is BiPolar. One can never tell.. She's just crazy like her mom. And I wouldn't want to change a thing about her... I LOVE MY BELLA
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