It's zero-dark-thirty, and suddenly Murphy's re-occurring ear infection is back after weeks of no trouble. So I'm awakened by a moaning, crying, scratching, ear-rubbing dog who just wants his ear medicine. And guess what one thing in the whole Lair I forgot to pack?
I even set it out as I was putting his bag together, yet inexplicably, I neglected to put it in the bag.
Yep. worst dog owner ever. That's me.
So now all I can do it talk to him and massage his ear gently, and wait for a local vet to open up nearby, hopefully one thhat will accept a faxed prescription from our vet and just let me buy the medicine without shelling out for an office visit and examination.
Poor guy. I'm just killing him by degrees on this trip. But I know that it would have killed him more to have left him behind. And he'd have never let the Lair sitter mess with his ears, medicine or no.
We'll fix this, pal. I promise. Now will you please let me go back to sleep for just a bit?