I love my dogs. I swear.

But sometimes ... I want to throttle one or more of them.

On Monday we brought Kaylee home. Yay! But also discovered that Cordy probably had a urinary tract infection. So we scheduled a vet appointment for last night. Yes, I would be going back to the vet's just over twenty-four hours after we brought Kaylee home from there.

So, last night, I get home, and fun-fun-fun! Indy attacks Kaylee*. She's fine, but I couldn't tell how deep some of the punctures were, so in to the vet's she went with Cordy. She was less than pleased. I was also less than pleased with Indy. We had been weaning him off his prozac, but up he went again to his full dose.

At the vet's, Cordy refused to pee. Nope. Not interested. And hid under the chair in the room so the vet couldn't touch her. And as much as I hate the over-use of antibiotics, I know Cordy has a UTI (she peed in the house - she only does that when she has a UTI, plus some other things I recognize), so the vet gave me antibiotics anyway.

So, in short, Indy is spending the next few days on a leash, Cordy gets two more pills shoved down her throat twice a day, and Kaylee looks like she's been chewed up and spit out ... which, I suppose, she has.

Sigh. And we were supposed to have a nice quiet evening in.

*He had been unsure of her since we brought her home - I'm sure she smells funny - and she was sniffing at his crate after I let him out of it and he just attacked her. But really. She's fine. It looks way worse than it is. Worse than last time, but she does heal fast. I don't know what we're going to do about Indy, except keep him and Kaylee separated and reinforce NILIF. Sigh. Crazy boy.

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