Tag: Frances

This is the look you’re given when you ask Frances if she wants you to throw the ball.

“Nothing to see here. Move along, ma’am.”

Every night, Piglet gets in bed and spoons with Frances. After about 10-15 minutes, he gets up and goes to his own bed.

Frances went back to the vet today. She’s had a rash on her belly that wasn’t improving (or getting any worse). I tried giving her Benadryl for 36 hours, and then tried topical Benadryl spray. No change.

That was actually good news. An allergic reaction, like hives, could mean that she’s got another mast cell tumor growing. We don’t want that!

So I think allergies can be ruled out. The vet put her on a course of antibiotics, with the assumption that it’s a post-op staph infection. Hopefully that will clear everything up.

(That’s her “You aren’t shoving treats into my mouth fast enough” look.)

Toast? Yes, please!

I’m still not sick of taking photos of my cone-free dog. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find something more exciting? For now, though, that face is the best thing ever.

I had intended to give Frances a bath last night, because she was ridiculously stinky after being in a cone for a month, but I decided against it. I felt like she had had enough excitement for one day.

So today was bath day. And new collar day. The vet had used her old pink skull collar to strap down her cone, and it was too stinky to salvage.

Aside from her bath, Frances spent the day alternating between napping and playing rolly-poly.