We have had our hands full and our bank account empty over here in The Smelly Life.
Last Monday I posted this picture of my cute little pup who was all cuddled up on my lap trying to keep warm.
Let me add a sidenote that, for once, Mr. B and I had were fairly on track with our money and even had a little extra in savings.
I guess in the end the whole point in having savings is to use in case of emergency.
We just didn't expect the emergency to be quite so soon.
Although, we should've expected it because last time we had money in savings our car went in needing an oil change and came out with an oil change, alignment and three new tires costing us not $30, but $400.
Such is {grown-up}life.
My cute little puppy woke up from her nap and I noticed that her eyelid was staying up instead of tucking under her skin like usual.
Thank the Lord, eyes are not typically like because I'm not gonna lie- this was gross.
It needed to go back where it belonged.
Under the skin.
It was all red and slimy looking.
I gave her a bath, hoping that it would just wash it's way back down.
That was unsuccessful.
I used a warm wet cloth all through out the day.
That was unsuccessful.
I gave her a benedryl, thinking maybe it was some allergic reaction.
That was unsuccessful.
I gave it some time to see if it would heal, trying to avoid going to the money sucking vet, if possible.
That was unsuccessful.
It got worse.
Grosser.
Sadder.
I felt so bad for my poor little pup.
Not only was it disgusting to look at, I could tell it was really bothering her too.
She was acting and eating fine, but she would paw at her face every so often trying to fix it.
First thing Wednesday morning, I took her to the vet.
Dreading the cost, but knowing she needed some medication.
She is officially petrified of the vet so we did the whole I-drag-her-in-work-up-a-sweat-become-all-flustered-drag-her-to-the-scale-to-be-weighed-she-runs-away-I-bend-down-to-pick-her-up-my-butt-crack-shows-to-the-world-I-am-oh-so-classy-I-finally-get-her-on-the-scale-and-then-we-repeat-to-get-her-in-the-exam-room.
Oh the joys of the vet.
The Dr. comes in.
Takes a look.
Doesn't know what it is.
Suggests taking a bunch of different tests.
I feel pressured.
Just give me eye drops and I'll be on my way. Thanks.
Except, I don't have the guts to say that so in real life I say "Ok"
She does test number 1.
$17.
"Nope, she has no scratch in her eye!"
Awesome..there goes $17 in .001 seconds.
Test number 2.
$20
"No problem with her tear ducts!"
Wonderful...20 more dollars down the drain.
Test number 3.
$18.
"Eye pressure looks perfect!"
Perfectttt....18 more dollars and we still don't know.
No diagnosis, but eye drops to see if they help.
$11.
Total spent on the inconclusive appointment: $111.
The eye drops didn't seem to be helping.
It looked like it was getting worse.
I was really worried it was cherry eye and we were going to have to spend $600+ on surgery.
Thankfully, the vet suggested we try eye ointment and ditch the drops.
At an additional $13 this seemed worth it with the thought of expensive surgery in the back of my mind.
Success.
As soon as her eye was just about healed it was time for her scheduled surgery.
Microchipped and fixed: $233.
Total vet bill in one week: $344
No.one.was.happy.
This was my poor puppy when I picked her up from surgery. She was whining the whole way home, her ears as far back as they could go and her little nub practically in her butt hole.
{You can see her eye is better though!}
It was so sad.
She was really uncomfortable and by the looks of it, disappointed in us.
And she did this the rest of the night.
And the majority of today, but she is on her way to recovery!
And I am pretty confident we both hope we won't be visiting the vet anytime in the near future.
This whole puppy thing isn't cheap, but thankfully she is worth every penny. :)
