I came home from work last night to a sick pup. It was too late to see the vet, so we had to wait until this morning. They had to double book us, but we've spent a small fortune there (literally) over the last 15 years, so they fit us in. My husband was off today, so I did not have to miss work, thank goodness. I have to use some time next week to take Mom to an appointment. It adds up fast.
As I suspected, the pup has a bladder infection. What was my clue, you may ask? Perhaps it was the trips outside every hour or so all night. ALL night. Heavy sigh. Bad week for sleep. It's hard to stay on your game at work when you're exhausted. Both the AM and PM breaks were spent running out to get coffee. Great. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, after all that caffeine! At least it's Friday. No work tomorrow, might even sleep in a little.
The important thing here is that little M is doing much better today. The antibiotic is kicking in, and she is sleeping soundly right now. Sleeping. Lucky dog.