Murphy is doing well. Other than some very sensitive skin and a possible flea problem, she is in good shape overall.
She also has an inverted vulva (click at your own risk), which could be the result of excess weight. That means I have to take extra care to clean out her lady parts, as the extra folds can harbor bacteria. I also have to clean the vulva itself, which can bleed slightly if she rubs her butt too much. Fortunately, the veterinarian expressed her anal glands, providing much-need relief in the hind quarters, so Murphy hasn’t been spinning on her butt quite so much.
She is on a two-week antibiotic to help with her skin inflammation, and I have special shampoo that’s supposed to help with her skin. She does not like getting a bath, but once I put her doughy, sixty-pound body in the tub, she stands there very patiently while I wash her. I just wish she would sit down in the warm suds—it would feel soooo good on her stomach, and would make cleaning a bit easier.
The vet saw one flea on her, but she has a good flea collar and took her first monthly dose of flea medicine last night. I’ve also given Murphy her first monthly dose of heartworm medicine (she’s heartworm negative, but we want to keep it that way). I’ve washed all of her bedding (and mine), and I think we have eradicated the flea menace.
All the medicine has given her some diarrhea, but it’s not uncontrollable (thank goodness). She goes outside when we walk, and I clean her rump judiciously when we get back inside.
That sounds like a lot, but she really is doing well for an eight-year old who has endured a great deal of change in the past few weeks.
On the plus side, her nails are finally trimmed! That seems to have helped with her limp considerably, and today was the first day in over a week that we have taken some good walks (and runs). We still aren’t going very far, but she has enjoyed getting out more, sniffing every bush and fence post she can find. We ran into some neighborhood kids, and she completely hammed it up for them, rolling around in the grass and begging for pets (and, knowing her, treats—she’s quite the chunk).
She’s dozing now on the couch while I write this and watch The Last Drive-in with Joe Bob Briggs. She enjoyed some steak in her kibble tonight, and probably won’t more for another couple of hours (or she’ll pop up as soon as I’m about to click “Publish”).
There you go, Audre! I always deliver for my readers.