Wednesday, September 17, 2008

To discuss Grey's Anatomy: Vet Edition

First off, look at these photos (before and after), and shed a small tear. This is a dog who has been emasculated, and he's already been neutered.

To get up to date on the Chiweenie, read yesterday's post. To get up to date on me, read every single one of my posts and interview any mentioned ex-girlfriends.
I came home around noon today to take Bailey to the vet for the first time since I moved to Pa.
The vet required what is delicately referred to as a "stool sample," which makes it sound like they want furniture floor models, when what they really want is for me to Ziploc the same crap that every other day I throw away. It does, however, make me feel like a scientist, like on Jurassic Park when the archaeologists discover the Triceratops dung... the only difference is I don't get eaten by Bailey later.

I gave Bailey a pep talk, drove to the vet, and was glad to see no other animals were in the waiting room. That's usually the bad part, when somebody's Doberman-- "who is usually so nice. I don't know what came over him today"-- tries to bite my face off.
It's just Bailey, me and Stool Sample waiting near four or five attractive vet assistants, who all looked like they could audition if Grey's Anatomy does a vet spin-off.
You could tell they were trying to figure out what type of dog he is, or perhaps, if he was just an overgrown squirrel that I had managed to tame and put a leash on.
We get taken to the back, where Izzie takes the sample off my hands. How many times a day does she handle dog feces? That's got to be a terrible job.
She and Meredith immediately begin fawning over Bailey, who looks scared shitless on the metal table. Meredith says "She looks so cute." I immediately worry that Meredith is a professional vet and doesn't know how to identify a female dog from a male dog. I briefly consider demonstrating, but then back off.
I run out to grab some forms, while the Grey's interns rape Bailey's sphincter with a thermometer. It's a good thing humans don't use rectal thermometers. That could lead to a whole new set of mommy issues.
After the sphincter raping, they take Bailey back to get a heartworm test, i.e. stick him with a needle- he eventually gets prodded enough during the afternoon to qualify as cattle.
The head vet barges in, wearing a retro haircut and sleeveless scrubs. I didn't know they made them sleeveless. Evidently, she wants to intimidate the dogs into submission with her East Germany arms.
She quickly rattles off a variety of possible causes for Bailey's incessant paw licking, including allergies, parasites, chemical exposure and others- I lost count and they all probably are tied to al Quaeda, anyway. The Grey's team (which makes head vet Dr. Bailey in this contrived metaphor) whisks Bailey away again as he looks sadder and sadder that I'd let Izzie molest him so much with sharp objects.
Dr. Bailey performs a "skin scrape," which is exactly as painful as it sounds, to test for parasites (came out negative... they didn't let me take home the skin for a keepsake).
The final determination came down to allergies or something related, so they gave me some pills and medicated wipes and an E-Collar, which now makes Bailey's head look a bowl of cereal. It may very well be a low point in his life. I mean, a male dog should be able to lick his genitals whenever and however he wants- it's what separates him from humans. Now, he can't lick anywhere.
He also has a yeast infection in between his paws, which either means he's been hiding the fact he's a woman, or he works at a bakery during the day while I'm gone.
Oh, the final bill, including heartworm prevention meds, paw infection meds, booster shots, rectal raping and the Queen Elizabeth fall fashion show, totaled $295.
I'd say that's a horrendous amount, except it's always that much and nothing surprises me anymore.
At least it's fun to watch Bailey try to maneuver around with his new accessory. It's the small things in life, you know?


ANG* said...

your pup is precious. i think they all get to wear those cones at some point in their lives. what's fun to watch is when they start running into things. what's not funny is how pissed he's gonna be when you finally take it off his head. i'd say watch out for flying shit! :)

Sam_I_am said...

oh, Andy. They do use rectal thermometers on humans. As the say in Juno: "Doctors are sadists who like to watch lesser people suffer." However, your vet needs to get with the times. My vet uses an ear thermometer on my dogs and cat.

Amy xxoo said...

I love watching little dogs with those big cones around their heads.... i feel their poor little pain, but its so funny to watch them knocking things over, all exciting and crazy-like!

gracie-mel said...

Ah Bails. The vet-raping occurs on so many levels, eh?

Miss Tiff said...

Poor Bailey looks so scared in both of those pictures. My dog had to wear one of those E-collars before. He was not a happy about it either.

By the way, I worked in a hospital for a couple of years and they DO use rectal thermometers sometimes.

Herding Cats said...

Poor thing! Oh dogs and their fun medical drama. Yesterday I accidentally touched my dog's hanging mole. Nastiest experience EVER! Although, a paw yeast infection is up there too!

Alicia and Lucy said...

Poor Bails O'Fun. The pillows that he used to hump...yeah...there would actually be a hole in them where he would...ya know. And I don't know if you can emasculate a dog that when a woman walking her 3 giant male dogs with giant male parts....tells me that Bailey has a large boy part. ARE YOU KIDDING?? So i doubt a little e-collar is going to do anything. Tell Bails that Lucy says, "I feel your pain little man"

sj said...

i love those collars, and it's hard to look at your dog and not laugh/cry.

but i'm curious to know when dr. mcdreamy made his entrance?

SouthernBelle said...

My poor baby Busta is in a head-cone right now - he got emasculated yesterday. But he has already figured out that the cone freaks Snoop Catt out, so he gets all up in his face going "Woooooooo, check out my cone, Snoop! Do you like it? Do ya? Huh?"

Anonymous said...

I'm not sure which is more alarming: The fact that you can list off all characters on Grey's Anatomy, or the sheer look of terror in your poor dog's eyes.

Andy said...

Ang- You, miss, are a dog masoschist. And I like it.
Sam-I am trying to live in a world where they don't use those on humans, so humor me. And I can't help it if Izzie is kinky.
Amy- Start hanging out with Ang. I think you'd get along.
Gracie- Considering what your dog has gone through, Bailey is smelling like roses right about now.
Tiff- Did you ever have to give somebody a rectal exam? At the end, did you say, "Rectum? Damn near killed 'em."
Ex-fiance- I will do so. At least my dog doesn't jump in the toilet.
SJ- I figured it was assumed I'm Dr. McDreamy. Or McSteamy. Or McDonald. I'll take what I can get.
Southern- So your pet talks trash? Nice.
Haute- Definitely my knowledge of Grey's. I know a guy who went to high school with Izzie, too.

Heather Rose said...

First off, Nice to meet you! Thanks to Ben, I'll now be virtually stalking you as well. ^__^

Bailey is the most scrumptious bowl of cereal I've ever seen. My condolances for his recent series of misfortunes. *sniff*

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