Okay, so Today

I said OUT LOUD that the dog - we know which dog we are talking about here, the elder one with the Prognosis: Poor - was not seeing the vet again until I generated actual income. I am not broke, but we are now approaching, Um, Let's Refocus.

But, Girlmama brought Miss D by after Miss D had her first round of Baby Shots - which she shrugged off and was far more interested in the ceiling fans and cooing and whoo-ing to us, and Sophie kissing her face.

And Murphy was waaay excited by her visit, and was given controlled opportunities to kiss her. He was better than the last visit, screaming-wise, not so vocally excited.

But the Bowels, they do tell the tale. He didn't scream as much, but he did explode, in a liquid way.

And I am doing Christmas Day here with Cousins C and S, and Girlmama and SiL and Miss D, and the potential for appetite-killing sudden stinky dog explosion is alarming. So I called the vet's office, and asked if they could write a script for the basics, so I could get a day or two of system-calming stuff in there before disaster strikes. And they can't write it because they didn't see him with their own eyes in a year - I expected this, and he will see the groomer in the AM and the vet in the late PM. Let's just hope we get him balanced enough to not destroy what is an otherwise expensive enough Christmas for me.

He appears to FEEL fine. His appetite and energy and attitude are all top notch. But this is obviously something that is affected by excitement/stress, and he's had so much in the last month. Let's hope a couple of big doses of pred calms his innards - that, and I'll walk him a helluva lot before company arrives.

All I want for Christmas is a non-explosive dog.