Yesterday I picked her up and she winced at me in pain. I poked at that same place again, and I then realized that it was 10am and she hadn't been outside yet. She probably had a full bladder and how would I feel if someone poked at my bladder when I needed to pee. She peed, I brought her back in and poked again and didn't notice any pain.
THIS IS MY LIFE. I POKE AT MY DOG 24 HOURS A DAY, 7 DAYS A WEEK.
8am: Poke Veenie
9am: Poke Veenie
10am: Poke Veenie
10:15am: Poke Veenie
11am: Poke Veenie
I cannot physically stop myself from worrying about her. It's honestly driving me bat shit crazy. I ask CB 47 times a day if he thinks Veenie seems normal. Keep in mind, I generally ask this question as she is catapulting herself from couch to couch, running around like a normal, healthy
dog Jack Russell at 110mph.
His answer is to call the vet and get some peace of mind. But what am I going to tell the vet??
Me: Yeah, I was hoping to bring Veenie in.
Vet: What's up, she ok?
Me: Well she is 100% normal but I kept poking at her and eventually she winced at me after poking her 386 times.
Vet: Sure, bring her in. Let's take a look at her.
(translation: we will gladly accept your cash money and give her more meds that she probably doesn't need)
I'm losing my shit, y'all.
BRB... my reminder is going off, I gotta run home and poke at Veenie.