We had to take our one year old fox red lab to the vet last week.
Unexpected veterinary visits are always stressful. So far, we’ve had two: Yesterday, and one day in the fall when Bridger – that’s his name – wasn’t pooping and wasn’t interested in his food. Turns out he was all jammed up from housing food like the crazy puppy that he was is and needed some meds to, ahem, help move things along.
Yesterday, my husband and I each got a phone call from daycare around 5pm.
Wait, wait. A quick word on this.
