(*jingle*) You've Got Worms!

Last Sunday morning the new dog, Lucy was wretching a bit outside. I just figured it was from eating to much grass. She came inside and laid herself on the couch pillows. Shawn was next to her and exclaims, "What is on this dog?!"

I looked are her behind are there was what I thought to be a chewed blade of grass. I went to pull it... but it was attatched!

"Omigod! It's attatched!" I squealled. Ew, I ran with the dog to the kitchen and pulled out whatever it was from her bootie. It broke off and I instantly knew what it was.

"It's a worm! Oh, ew, ew, ew...."

I washed my hands for about ten minuets straight (really) and retrieved the worm from the trash via napkin. I placed it in a baggie and put that in a ziplock bag. I put that in another ziplock bag.

After church I spoke to an on call vet who said Lucy should be ok but take her to my vet on Monday, along with the worm. After researching the net, I found out the worm was quite obviously a tapeworm.

*shutter* I'm still washing my hands over that one and I washed all the couch pillows just to be sure. (I'm a freak ok? Lay off!)

After work on Monday I took Lucy but forgot the worm. All day I was wondering how much this was going to cost. "I shoulda never kept this dog.... I can't afford all this... How are we gonna do this...." I mused in my head.

The vet's assistant weighed Lucy and handed me a tiny pill in a bag. "Six dollars, please," she said.

"That's it?" I asked excitedly. "One pill and six bucks?!"

Lucy ate it easily in a piece of bread and is doing much better. She's eating more and acts like a dog ought to.

I've been trying to get her fattened up for the last couple weeks. Maybe now I can get her ribs hidden from my sight with a little coaxing.

I just can't stand to see ribs on an animal and I won't have it!

I have to go wash my hands now...