Things are still not good in the House of Dingo. Juno is still very sick. Her fever has not broken and she's been on Baytril for several days. Her fever should have broken by now. Today it was 104.8. She wouldn't eat any meat this morning, though she ate a ton of chickn last night. She's drinking and her belly is hot so I'm icing her every now and then. It's obvious that there's an infection. We just can't find it. We're now headed for more aggressive testing of the joints and spinal tap and who knows what else the specialist that my vet has referred us out to may do. We'll be there later today at 3:30.
Needless to say, I'm a freaked.
Loki, though concerned, has not lost his appetite.
"Ya know, if you just spoke Siberian, I could frickin' tell you what's wrong with me, but noooo... I have to tolerate everything you put me through, all because you're too daft to speak Siberian."
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