And sometimes its bad luck.
Yesterday, I post about Duke and kinda how we are almost out of the woods. Then today the Veteroo tells me that Duke has a medicine-resistant form of bacteria growing in his knee (of course he does). Only one medicine on their shelves can knock it out. The pills cost $5. Not too bad, I'm thinking. He'll need 11 pills. Ok, that hurts, but all things considered... what is that you say, that's per day? For 2 weeks?
Reread those last few sentences. I edited it twice to make sure it was right and I wasn't confusing anything.
$5 x 11 x 14 = bankruptcy.
Only Duke. He's one of the happiest, most obedient, fun-loving, eager to please dogs you'll ever know, but if something can go wrong with him, it will. I'm convinced that he's from a bad breeder. One of those breeding farms. I'll never buy another dog from the place we got him, and I'll probably never buy another dog period (rescue, yes; purchase, no).
To finish this story: I think the vet took pity on me, because she's writing me a script for human medicine for Duke that is supposed to work according to the charts.
I've read that no blog post is complete without pictures of dogs, so here is Duke during happier times:
Aw, Duke is the happiest cursed dog alive.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was the type to call and console, but I'm horrible at it :( Just know my thoughts are with you and Duke and R. If there is anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask.