One Love

Isn't One Love a good name for an animal hospital?  Glenwood and I went to see Dr. Ryan in her new milieu today and got a full tour.  We both got treats, too:  Milk Duds for me and a peacock feather for her.  Timmy has already managed to arrange the feather beside him on his pillow, just so it doesn't get away.

The hospital is light and happy.  Dr. Humphreys, a wonderful doctor I met when Riley had to go to the ER, is also in the practice.  Four giant chickens were dropped off (in a cage, thankfully), and he was strangely elated.  They were moved to the back room awaiting transfer to his backyard (and ultimately his in-laws' horse farm) and kept crowing (clucking?  squawking?), and everyone was smiling.

So, Drs. Ryan and Humphrey confirmed the Baytril didn't work, and now Glenwood has bacon-smelling pinkish stuff in her ear (reminds me of Caladryl) and got an antibiotic shot.  She goes back Saturday for a vacuuming-out of the pinkish stuff.

It should be noted that Glenwood typically stresses and squirms at the vet, and hides if she can.  But when Dr. Humphreys picked her up, she turned into a total flirty mush.  What's that about?

I wish One Love all the best.  And I wish Glenwood a bug- and goo-free ear.  It'll take some time to see if this new strategy works.