Over the weekend Klaus had a health scare. I would gladly tell you more except it’s pretty gross. Definitely tested how strong my stomach is. While waiting for the vet to open on Saturday morning I googled his symptoms which I, of course, know better than to do. The results were terrifying. All signs pointed to HGE and there were people saying how their dog passed over night. I was a wreck. I went from “Oh, this poor baby needs to go to the vet” to “Oh my god, my best buddy is gonna die!”
The vet visit went really really well. Our vet is an absolute angel. She immediately knelt down to greet him, praised him repeatedly for how handsome he is, and was just so very kind to both of us. I’ve visited my fair share of vets and none have ever been so loving with my pets. I seriously can’t say enough good things about this woman. She made the whole thing so much less scary. Anyway, he got some shots, a liter of fluid put under his skin and some antibiotics for the week.
Things immediately improved after that vet visit (With him. My bank account on the other hand… ouch!) I still worry about him though. He’s acting normally, not that he ever wasn’t actually, but he just looks so skinny. Nothing a day at grandma’s over the weekend won’t be able to fix, I’m sure. I’m not really positive what caused his sickness but it just came on so fast. It got me thinking about how much I love this big goof and how I just can’t imagine life without him. International Pet Day was earlier this week so that combined with the fact he was sick this week means I can totally get away with sharing a bunch of photos of my favorite pupper and telling you all about how much I love him, right? RIGHT.
He’s one of the best things to ever happen to me. There isn’t a day that goes by that Klaus doesn’t make me smile at least fifty billion times. His love of all things squeaky drives me absolutely nuts sometimes but it really is adorable how much he enjoys the noise. Plus I must enjoy it at least a little bit since I literally only buy him toys that squeak. The way he hops up beside me when I sit down and nuzzles his head under my arm so I’m hugging him makes my heart melt. I don’t even mind the fact that he’s always more excited to see Jeff than he is to see me because it makes me happy to see them having so much fun together. (Plus I know Klaus loves me more than anyone else no matter what! Hehe!) I love that he always wants to cuddle and that his favorite place in the world is curled up between Jeff and I. I love how he always wants his front legs held up so he can see the world from a different perspective and that that means we can slow dance. I appreciate the fact that it looks like he likes when I sing to him and I don’t think I’ll ever not crack up watching this dog jump. Puppy’s got hops!
always sleeps with one. He’s probably also laying on one in the photo above because that is something he inexplicably does. It’s like he’s
trying to hatch them.
Last month I posted about how excited I was to see Klaus and Professor in bed together (See the cute photos here!) Since then it’s become a regular occurrence. Things were the same for so long, with no signs of a budding friendship, but now it seems like these two are on the fast track to being BFFS. My twitter account has basically turned into a place where I just post photos of Klaus and Professor but when they’re both cuddling on me, or both mean mugging can you blame me?!
Klaus, I love you oh so much! Please refrain from ever scaring me like that again.
PS. Give your pets some extra loving today from me and mine! Klaus sends some squeaks.