Ears and Stuff

I met Trevor for a picnic lunch at the park near his work yesterday. I also took Harvey. Harvey (who is our awesome dog, in case you didn't know) got something in his ear at the park.

I couldn't see what it was, because it was way down in there, so we made a vet appointment after Harvey kept shaking his head and being a bugaboo to his ear. 

So, at 9:40 this morning, Harvey and I waltzed into the vet's office like no biggie. The vet looked in Harv's ear and definitely saw something that needs to come out ("They put something in there."- Trevor). BUUUUT since Harvey squirmed too much and wouldn't let them do their thang, it was decided that he needs to be sedated to get this hanger-on out of his earhole. 

I signed the release form promising them my money (ergh), and then gave Harvey many hugs. He hugged me back with his little puppy arms around my neck. He was totally trying to hide his face from the vet. Then I went out to fill out the form with the contact info for when he was done. Then I proceeded to cry all over it.  The ladies at the desk were saying, "It's ok. He'll be fine...it's just a little sedative, and we'll get that stuff out of his ear." I bet the people in the waiting room thought I had just put my dog down. And while it was nice that the receptionists were being kind, I was kind of like, "Shhh....these other people are going to know I'm crying because my dog needs tweezers taken to his ear vistors." 

Gosh, I was so lame. It's BECAUSE Harvey is a rescue- his last owners rescued him from the pound and then returned him two months later. He then stayed there for 4-5 more months before we adopted him. I don't want him to think I ditched him. 

They promised they would call when he is all done. I know he is fine. I just want to go back and pick my dog up!

The end.

 Edit: Not the end- I picked Harvey up a mere two point five hours after what I refer to as "The Drop Off." He had a foxtail in his ear.


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