Happy cheerful Dylan seemed a little dragged out last night, shaking his head and generally not himself. No better this morning, so I took him to the vet. Sure enough he had the very early beginning of an ear infection. One thing I've learned--if something doesn't look right, check it out before it gets worse.Taking Dylan to the vet is like taking a kid to the doctor. He wants his "Mommy" to be with him all the time. We found out he's also gotten too chubby, so even though he has compelling puppy eyes, now he will not be succeeding when he begs for table food.
Dylan is a rescue dog who was found abandoned in a back yard, so it is understandable that he has a level of separation anxiety, particularly since he has become my shadow and luxuriates in 20 minutes of cuddle time most mornings.
Anyway, he now has to take pills for 2 weeks, and the ear drops start on Saturday, but I'm so glad I didn't wait to see if it got better.
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