Life [or Lucifer] is dumping on me again.
Dog has been tested repeatedly, turned out to be hypothyroidal.
Taking meds for that, now.
Vets said he should have a cardiac exam so we took him 2 weeks ago but they couldn’t manage him and it got rescheduled to next Monday.
So then the torque converter on the “dog car” started acting up, don’t have money to fix it.
Only car left is the PT Loser which the dog doesn’t fit in, let alone is able to haul all three of us over 100 miles of big mountains with the AC running, because the day of his new cardio appt. is calling for 95-98 degrees.
I’m to the point of randomly crying in inconvenient places.
Stress, I reckon.
They probably did have something like rabbit dogs, of a sort.
Dogs have always been with us, thank God.
See if you can get dog rescheduled to a cooler later date, or ask for a call on an earlier cancellation appt. Thirty years ago they may have had semi-tame prowling wolves.