So Finley had a pretty rough week last week, and I'm going to tell you all about it.
Please remember that I am not a vet; the only thing I know I heard from my mom, who is not a vet either.
Here's what happened.
So Friday, Fin had a pretty bad case of baboon-butt as we call it; in other works, his anal glands needed to be expressed. Gross.
My mom took him to the vet on Saturday morning, and they did it. No big deal, but I'm glad I wasn't there. I'm also glad that we spent the rest of the day on Saturday playing at Pet Palooza and sleeping at Triple C Brewing.
And on Sunday, we got to go on a run with our mom, take baths, and snuggle up on the couch.
But by Tuesday, Fin still had the baboon-butt, so my mom took him back into the vet on Wednesday morning. I got to ride with him, and it was bad.
When the vet looked at his butt, he screamed and peed on the vet tech. So the vet decided to put him under; we had to leave without him! I had to spend the whole rest of the day by myself!
Let's just say that his day was worse than mine. They had to lacerate his anal gland, which was hard and the size of a ping-pong ball, and they had to do some biopsies. He was feeling pretty pathetic afterwards.
By Friday, he was pretty much back to his old self... he ate some bones, and slept on Momma's head, and even read some good literature in the garden.