Some of you might recall that the last time I spent the night at my grandparents I came home with hives thanks to my aunt’s cats. So, I wasn’t overly surprised when I woke up Saturday morning covered in bites. I don’t know from what, but they were super itchy. Since Yara slept in the same bed, I figured she probably got bit up, too, and have been spending the majority of the last week stopping her from scratching and/or biting herself raw.
Today at work, I noticed a huge patch of matted fur on her back and immediately became concerned. I asked a coworker to help me check out the spot and see if she could find a bite or sore. She checked out the spot — and another smaller one near it — and noted that the larger was bloody. Her thought was that Yara probably had hot spots and I’d caught them before her fur fell out.
Anyway, because we certainly couldn’t leave 2009 without one more trip to the vet, I rushed out of work and had the diagnosis confirmed. Which means that my crazy shepherd is now sporting some very fashionable bald spots on her rear end and has to take antibiotics for the next two weeks. She’s pretty much fine with all of this so far as I can tell and is only moderately sulky that I continue to reprimand her for attempting to chew on herself.
In fact, since arriving home she’s tried several times to sneak away into another room to attempt said chewing. The most amusing of these attempts was when she tried to beat me into the bedroom and literally tripped over herself in her haste. Seriously, I’m still laughing.