Schultz, our hundred pound German Shepherd, is a catastrophe! Yesterday morning, when I got up, I noticed he was acting a little funny. His ear was drooped and he was walking sideways.
"What's the matter, Schultz? Were you out partying last night, and now you have a hangover?"
He looked at me with his soulful brown eyes. I figured I'd better do a closer inspection of the beast. I looked in his satellite dish ears. The left ear looked okay, but the right ear was a mess. I could see blood in it.
"What did you do, Schultz? Scratch yourself?"
I tried to have another look, but he didn't want me anywhere near that ear. I decided it would be best to have the vet look at him.
When we got there, the vet attempted to peek in his ear. But Schultz wouldn't let him. In fact, he tried to bite him. The vet got out the muzzle and put it over Schultz's big snoot, which of course, further aggravated him. Then he looked in the ear. You should've heard Schultz yipe and whine! Oh my gosh!
"It's a double ear infection." The vet announced. Schultz's ear was loaded with blood and pus. Totally disgusting, and totally painful! The vet gave him a shot in the rear, ear drops, and a pill. Schultz didn't like any of that one bit!
After Schultz was done with that torture, the vet asked if we wanted to have him micro chipped. "Sure," said my husband. "It's already a bad day for him, so why not just get it all over with."
The vet came out with a very long needle. I guess because of Schultz's size, they needed a big one. You should've heard him yipe and carry on when he was poked with that!
Afterwards, we took him home. He immediately went into his crate. Poor dog! I felt terrible for him. I guess even dogs have bad days!