My little man Cooper is sick.
Over the weekend, things just didn't seem quite right with him. I'll spare you the details, but I thought he was quickly reverting back to an un-housebroken dog. Then last night he started puking. This morning, my motherly instincts kicked in and I figured I better take him in to the vet...I thought he had to have some sort of infection.
And I was right. He has an intestinal infection and the beginnings of a urinary tract infection.
Two sets of antibiotics and more-money-spent-than-I'm-willing-to-admit-on-my-blog later, we were on our way home. And hopefully we're also on our way back to a healthy, happy little man.
Oh, yea...I thought it was funny that they prescribed amoxicillin to a dog. Just like a real boy!