‘Welcome to the new edition of this Guest Blog. I am a full-time working mum of 2 boys and a published novelist of ‘The Ninth Cross’ by my pen name J. Karst. I get involved in trying that little bit I can in saving the environment for the future generations.’

            This week was scary. My little fluffy canine baby was showing signs of being poorly. Usually, when brushing her teeth, she would give me that look of an absolute disgust but this time, she yelped in pain followed by an almighty howl.

I tried to inspect her mouth without causing her more discomfort. A treat packet later, I identified the culprit – an ulcer. ‘My poor baby you must have been in pain’ I uttered as I dialled the Vets. I also noted that she was drinking more water which made me think of renal function failure. Thankfully the Vets had an appointment to see us the next day.

Afraid and in panic for the little pooch, I gave her treats and pampered her like it was her last day. My husband took a different stance – ‘She is greedy little barrel and no wonder she has an ulcer as she tried to eat a carcass in one gulp before I stopped her! She tried to swallow multiple bones at once and I am sure that one would have caught her gums as I tried to get the carcass away from her. As to her drinking, of course she drinks more! Those treats are dry food, and you give her too much, so she just needs to hydrate.’

‘Men are so cruel’ I muttered but agreed with one thing. We must feed her wet food only so at least when she chews her food it wouldn’t scratch her gums. I understand fully that if you put a food in front of a greedy little beagle, they will snort it in at the speed of light.  

Thankfully the next day came fast and halfway walking to the vets, very happy pampered pooch realised that we were half-way the route to the vets. As soon as she realised that she dug her heels in. Pulling her behind me was impossible so I had to carry her. I did consider that maybe she might be overweight as I arrived at the vets with aching muscles from carrying her.

We made our way to the surgery and the vet started her investigation after I gave her the doom and gloom of her having renal failure and severe infection that practically is eating her gums away. I think that the vet did consider for a bit to give me some calming medicine but decided against it.

To wrap up, I had walked out with a little pot for urine to catch to analyse and knowledge that she looks perfectly fine, and the ulcer is nearly gone not requiring any other treatment. The only thing the vet mentioned was that my little girl should join weightwatchers.

Happy with bit of clean health I explained my husband about getting the urine sample to which my husband replied that if I think that I will walk up and down the street sliding a plate underneath peeing pooch, then he is no longer knows who I am in public.

Thankfully it wasn’t that bad and, in my garden, I managed to slide a takeaway dish underneath her and she filled the whole tub.  Sample ready for analysis I finally got the diagnosis – she is perfectly fine.

Smug as a bug in a rug my husband commented on the Vet’s diagnosis: ‘I could have told you without the £250 that she is a four-legged overfed barrel who was drinking more because you feed her those treats.’…

J. Karst

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