The day seemed promising. Slept through the night and woke up to a beautiful spring morning here in Tennessee. Daddy decided to take me on a morning walk which I was thrilled about. It was such a pretty morning for a stroll with my daddy.
But then I noticed that I started to feel the need to pee every so many feet that we walked. Daddy kept saying, "you are peeing nothing but air Maude." I just felt like I needed to go. Daddy got me back home and the feeling didn't stop. I ran to the back door and let out a few whimpers to let daddy know that I still felt like I needed to go. I would walk and squat, walk and squat, walk and squat. My actions seemed to alarm daddy because I heard him on the telephone talking to someone about me. Next thing I knew, I was in the car and headed back to that place where I seem to get poked and prodded every time I show up.
Dr McDreamy came in again and asked daddy a few questions, stuck something up my butt and said I would have to stay until I peed so they could test my piddle. Daddy looked very sad and I was too because I have not been taken from them since they got me a few weeks ago and I was unsure of what was going on. He kissed me on the nose to say bye bye, but then I heard daddy say..."maybe she will pee right away so can I stay to see if she does?" He loves me very much. They took me outside and I knew what I had to do, I sniffed to find that right spot and gave them what they wanted. You should have seen his face when they brought me back inside and let daddy know that I had peed. They told daddy to wait a few minutes while they tested my pee pee sample.
It did not take long before Dr McDreamy came back in and told daddy that I had a pretty bad bladder infection. Daddy and he and exchanged a few questions and answers and then they took me back and stuck a needle in me and then sent us home with this very strange bottle full of these funny looking things. Next thing I know...mommy and daddy are shoving one of those things down the back of my throat. I was able to avert swallowing it the first time, but then mommy got more determined and shoved practically her whole fist in my mouth forcing that ill-tasting thing down my throat until I was forced to swallow it.
Needless to say that those things have an effect on me because I felt very sleepy most of the day. Whatever a bladder infection is...I don't like having it and I can tell by the looks of sadness that mommy and daddy don't like me having it either. But boy howdy...I am getting lots of extra petting and loving now so I guess I can take the bad with the good. That is what us sheepies are all about...always looking for something to be happy about.