And Back to the Vet We Go...

Thank you for your kind wishes for Mom.  It's so dry here now that its turned into a dust factory.  She just had a good case of the "when I mow dust gets kicked up and makes my nose go running and eyes go swellin' and throat go hurtin" disease.  I'm sure you all know what she is talking about.  She will have this off and on all summer long (even with a respiratory thingy on her face while mowing.)

But she is better now... or, at least not carrying around a box of kleenex all day long and moaning about her head hurting.  That is a HUGE improvement.  Cause no matter how many treats we offered to eat yesterday, she just wasn't feeling better.  Hoomans >_<

BUT... Now Mr. Newby has had to visit the vet.  Well, not really visit, but at least email them and say "OH BTW we were wonderin'"...

You see, Mr. Newby is a nervous pup.  The melatonin isn't working on mellowin' him out... and he has taken up gnawin' on his back legs like a toddler with a pacifier.  At least that is what mom thinks.

The vet is hoping it is just an allergy.  So we are taking 1/2 of a 25mg Benedryl twice a day.  So with his 6mg of Melatonin twice a day he is officially "Rip Van Winkle" dachshund.

This picture from a week ago?  Well that is to remind us what he looks like not asleep on the bed.

In other news, Mr Newby has got us trained right.  When he makes us say "Newby Bark" and he barks once... or when he makes us say "Newby Sit" and he sits, he has us trained to give him a treat.  Pretty good for a couple weeks, eh??

So we are putting on our nurse outfits (again) and helping Newby.  A dachshunds work is never done.

Milo and Dixie