Penny spent the weekend squatting and trying to poo, to little avail.
I think my vet thinks I'm a tiny bit obsessive, seeing I told him she tried nineteen times and produced one soft poo at three am Sunday morning, a soft sausage four inches long. He wondered whether I might have miscounted. Might she have tried twenty times?
No, I consulted my notes and assured him it was nineteen.
Hmm...maybe I could lighten up a little on the note-taking.
Anyway, the long and the short of it is that through the whole ordeal - well, an ordeal for her overly worried human - she was in good spirits, gobbling up the chicken and rice soup I served her and having fun with her doggy pals.
She's had a couple of injections today and will be on anti-biotics for five days.
Let's hope it clears up well.