Betsey the sorta-beagle, one half of a bitch’s sorta-beagle dawg squad, has a fucked up leg.
Specifically, she has a sore on her leg that has become infected.
Betsey is around 10 years old…60 in human years…but she’s still puppyish as beagle-based dawgs tend to be. It’s easy to forget that she’s getting older…except for the random little bumps she’s got on her legs. There are three and the vet told me they happen, so I’ve learned not to fret about them. But last weekend I noticed that one of them was inflamed and that Betsey was dedicated to licking that sore out of existence.
But constant dawg bathing didn’t make the sore any better. Instead, it got red and then the area around it started to swell. So, I took her dawg ass to the vet where it was diagnosed as infected.
Translation – Betsey the sorta-beagle has a fucked up leg.
Now, a bitch has the pleasure of giving her pills twice a day.
She hates them.
She likes cheese…but she has mastered eating around pills.
She adores peanut butter…but separate pills from goo without wasting a spec of peanut butter like a master.
Now, we are at war…Betsey the sorta-beagle vs. this bitch.
She casting pathetic dawg glances up from a sober hound face that leave no doubt who she thinks is in the wrong.
Me frowning and fussing that she’s gonna lose that leg if she doesn’t eat her pills coupled with a stern mention that this bitch paid money for these meds and she’s going to damn well eat them!
So far I’m winning…
…but I suspect Betsey is plotting my demise with her sorta-beagle brother, Theo the Bay Master.
Lawd, have mercy...