I took Bluey for his morning walk, where he had a short run on the hard sand chasing a dog chasing a ball. We headed to the caravan storage depot soon after it opened to return some washed and cleaned gear to the Bushtracker and to collect a few items.
Nearby, there is a large butcher shop called the Meat Hub where Anita managed to spend nearly $200. She was busy in the kitchen, packing meat into the freezer and cooking bulk meals for the critters.
At lunchtime, Anita put drops in Bluey’s ears as one was red and bothering him. Since he had been to the groomer 2 days ago, we presumed he had canker ear caused by water getting in his ear, so put in drops to treat any yeast condition. By the time our local vet had closed, we decided one ear looked worse, so I took him to the Accident and Emergency Vet at Varsity Lakes. This was a 15 kms drive in peak hour traffic, where twice I was lucky to not be collected another car that was driven straight across my lane.
Poor Bluey was trembling before I had even carried him inside. I hate to think what he might be able to smell at a vet clinic. He was initially assessed by the triage nurse, then after about 15 minutes, we saw the vet who took swabs from both ears and concluded he had a staph infection in both ears, the left worse than the right. She prescribed antibiotic drops, which also contain pain relief.
I drove the poor boy home where he was hungry despite having sore ears. I ate the chicken parma that Anita had bought from the butcher and cooked in the oven. It was delicious but was surprisingly hot and spicy, so it was a most unusual parma. Me thinks the person serving may have given us volcanic chicken instead!
We syringed 0.5 ml of the medication into each of Bluey’s ears, rewarding him with pieces of apple.
In between all of these activities and outings, I made version 3 of the cat door that is hopefully too small for Bluey to squeeze through and too hard for him to destroy. Tilly quickly learnt the latest structure was for her use, and she fits through comfortably, but a larger cat won’t fit through.
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