the pug's on drugs

Saturday I learned that I'm going to make a horrible mother because pug threw up and I cried.

I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I hate throw up. I know, who really enjoys it, but I fear it. I think the fear all started in Kindergarten when Patrick threw up during story time causing a spiral of kiddos to throw up.

I came home and announced I was dropping out of Kindergarten.

Needless to say I didn't have as much as a voice in the family as I thought I did when I ended right back in my desk the next morning coloring pictures of rainbows and butterflies while avoiding Patrick's vomit cooties.


But back to my story. By Monday he still seemed out of sorts and I thought I might as well go ahead and call the vet.

We have also been struggling with the fact that every time pug goes outside he starts up an anxious bark. We are surrounded by construction as they finish building up our neighborhood, so as soon as I put him outside he begins to bark and I have to bring him right back in and then he potties in the house. I've called up a trainer, read articles, you name it we've tried it. So pug mama needs a new plan. Oh and he was due for his shots anyway so let's knock it all off with one examination fee. Brilliant.

Pug loves the vet. I dislike the vet for trips that result in bills such as these.

Oh yes ma'am!

That would be the cost of 3 shots, over-priced flea and heart worm medication, the examination, drops for a rather ugly ear infection, a steroid shot for the ear infection, and then anti-anxiety medication to top it off.

I never thought I be saying Pug and anti-anxiety medication in the same sentence. The vet's plan is to have him take them for just a month.

I am drawing the line on a therapist for him.