I hope Shorty will forgive us for the picture. That’s Ian’s hat he’s wearing. I think he was born with more tongue than mouth, though.
On Friday and today Shorty had his final heartworm shots. It was bad yesterday. I thought he was getting the shots in his hip, but he was actually getting them in the lumbar muscle. He did great at the vet but the rest of the day was tough. When I pulled into the garage at home he blew massive chunks on the front seat and, like a waterfall, into the floor. I surely don’t remember feeding him that much. It took four beach towels to clean it out of the car and I also had to wash the floormat. Oh, well, he was just getting back at me, I guess.
He spent most of Friday in bed and when he wasn’t there he went from crate to crate. It was like he felt better with the walls around him. No matter where he was he couldn’t find a comfortable position and he did a lot of shivering and shaking. I hated the thoughts of him having to go again today.
We babysat Ian today and were concerned we would have a problem with him and Shorty. Earnestine took Shorty for the shot while I picked up Ian. I’m glad to report they both did great. Shorty seemed to have recovered a lot by this morning and the new shot did not hit him like it did yesterday. Ian did well being gentle to both Shorty and (elderly) Betty even though he wasn’t perfect at it. He is only two, however.
So, this is a good Shorty report. He still has potential problems ahead as the heartworms die, but I just caught him trying to see if there was food on top of the kitchen counter. Those lumbar muscles must not be too sore.
Stay tuned. I have more little Earnest stories coming but Shorty has gotten the attention for this chapter of Earnest Talks. He earned it.
