If it's not one thing ...

I swear, it's not like Kaylee doesn't get plenty of attention (see the number of posts on this blog involving her as an example). She's spoiled rotten. Easily the most spoiled of our dogs. Easily. By far.

But, as if having an eventually fatal disease isn't enough, she now has to have horribly bad case of the runs. Really bad. Bad enough for a vet visit. We're talking blood here. And the little chowhound isn't eating, either. Well, not much, at least. And her liver values are a little high. That's not a good thing.

Sigh.

Hopefully the meds will kick in soon and she'll be back to her usual cheery self. She better be, dammit. She's my baby doggie. But, if nothing else, it's the vet who saw her today that's on call this weekend, and she said that she had no plans, so call her if anything at all gets worse. I love my vets' office, but there are times when I just wish they could fix my babies right away.