Momma took me to the vet on Saturday cause I was shaking my head. Well duh, she kept asking me if my ear was alright and I was answering her no. I can't um, reach my ear to scratch it so Momma has too. So, anyway she's been cleaning it all week and it didn't get better - so off to the vet.
Turns out I have an ear infection ouchie - common in big floppy eared dogs that run through a lot of dirt.
Here I am being good waiting for the VET to come in the room to look at me, I'm being good.
Then, I was bad, very bad. I waited for like FOREVER (5 whole minutes) in that tiny room and then when the doctor came in I barked at him when he touched my ear. I barked and barked and barked. Momma was trying to get me to stop but my ear hurt and I didn't want her touching it let alone the doctor - You all know that they can't be trusted, specially when taking temperatures.
Anyway Momma told the vet we could put a muzzle on me. WHAT? Who authorized something so horrendous? The vet came back with this muzzle thing and Momma put it on me. Of course I was really good about it putting it on cause I didn't know what it was, but now I know better. So Mr. Vet looked in my ears and cleaned them a little. Then he point ointment in them.
So Momma has to wash my ears with a special wash once a day and point ointments in 2 times a day for a whole week! It sucks, it really does.