It’s Sunday, I already put up my fanfic, nothing is going on, might as well fill out the day with another doggie post. Feel free to ignore if you have no doggie interest.
Well, the temporary dog has started her heartworm treatment. I always sort of vaguely knew about heartworm as “that thing we had to give the dogs pills for on a regular basis” but I never really knew what it was. And now I am fostering a dog with heartworm, so I know. And it is EXACTLY what it sounds like. She literally has worms in her heart.
(I was going to put a photo of heartworms here, but it is way too gross. So instead check out Ram Charam with puppies)
The treatment for heartworm is real simple too, you give the dog two incredibly painful shots right into her spine. The shots are full of poison which kill the heartworms! Easy-peasy!
(Poison pills! Just like the subtitles say the boys are singing about the girls here)
There’s only two problems with this. First, you can’t explain to the dog that there is a reason you are hurting her and she will feel better soon and so on. She just knows that she feels way sicker than she used to.
And second, after the shots kill the worms, they are in fact more dangerous than before. Because the dead worms are now sitting there inside of her heart and there is no way to get them out. She has to be kept very very still for a week until her body absorbs them (ewwwwww!) so that her heart rate doesn’t go up and pump the worms somewhere else and form a clot.
(Kangana at the end of this song, that’s what could happen)
So today she had her second shot, and now I have to give her a complicated series of pills for 28 days, and keep her very very still, and then she will be cured! And all ready to be adopted by someone else.
(Bonus: I get to give her pills in peanut butter, which means I get to watch her eat peanut butter, which is hilarious)
Here’s my big fear, that I will end up settling instead of giving her back. I’m still not in love with this dog, but I know myself, I am a settler. A “well, this is good enough, I should just live with it” kind of person. I’m very very picky, until I get worn down, and then I just take anything. So, I am telling everyone in my life (including you nice blog people), don’t let me do it!!!!! It will just lead to heartache when, years later, I meet the dog that I was really meant to be with and destroy all our lives.
(I am Ranveer in this scenario, and current dog is Priyanka. Just think how much pain could have been avoided if Ranveer had just said “no” to marriage and been single when he met Deepika!)