There are two things about me that, without a doubt, came straight from my Grandma Alice. The first is the belief that world would not be right if Joseph L Rosenfield had not created Skippy peanut butter. The second is my tendency to be a worrywart, and last week Phaneuf decided to test the worrywart in me a bit.
On Monday, we got back from the cabin, and her skin was showing early signs of hot spots in multiple places. She slept constantly, which wasn’t an issue considering her level of activity over the weekend, but when she turned down her breakfast Wednesday morning…and, that is when the worrying went into full swing. After a visit to the vet (which included a negative Lymes disease test), some antibiotics, and nearly a week of nothing but rest, I’m happy to say she seems to be back to her old self.
Amongst all of the worrying and the sleeping of the week,we also had a birthday to celebrate. While it was clear Phaneuf was not feeling her best, she did humor me by pretending to enjoy the birthday Frosty-Paws I gave her. (Similar to how she pretended to love every morsel of treat Dr. Winter gave her after refusing to eat breakfast that morning.) Below is a little before-during-after of what turned out to be the liveliest part of her week.
by Becky
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