I noticed in all my time with my long-legged beautiful boxer that he was scratching his ears an awful lot. So much to his disdain I started looking into his ears... no really looking INTO them. He hated me right then. But, I knew something was wrong.
So when Spencer returned home I told him he had to call the vet and tell them that Sampson's ears were bothering him. Sampson went into the vet Wednesday of last week. He had a yeast infection. Yes, you heard me correctly, a yeast infection in his ears. Don't ask me how this happens to dogs, it just does.
They had to sedate him and give him medication etc. Spencer brought home a nearly drunk dog. Poor thing couldn't even stand up without leaning on a wall. I'm serious. Look at this picture of him! He couldn't even close his mouth! Precious dog.
Today is Friday. Today I went out to run errands and came home to discover that same precious dog and thrown up on the carpet. I wasn't happy. Then he went outside and threw up 2 more times. He had thrown up 3 times in 2 hours. So, being the overprotective "mother" I am, I called his vet. They said to bring him in. I did.
2 shots, 2 prescriptions, and $68.00 later and this precious thing is back home with me again. Sleeping on the floor.
I told that dog that after last week and this week, he's going to have to get a job to pay for his medical bills.