Hello, hello, hello! What a fantastic week THIS turned out to be! Ted and I got in a great bike ride, I turned another year older, the weather’s been astounding, I turned another year older, and today the Mackinac Island Lilac Festival began – so the coming week should be even MORE fantastic! Whew . . . . breathe, Brenda, breathe!
Mostly photos tonight, with captions to tell the story EXCEPT for a little “Tale of a Vet Visit” at the very end of this post that you should only read if you’re not easily grossed out!
I’m going to be jumping all over the island for this one – we covered a lot of ground this week. So awaaaay we go . . . . .
What a week! So much fun, and as I said, this next one is going to be really full of great activities during Lilac Festival. In addition, two more condo owners will arrive this weekend, so we will almost have every resident on board – which very rarely happens. We figured up yesterday that between the eight condos, there are now eight dogs! When we first moved in, we were the ONLY owners with dogs. My, how things have changed!
Ok . . . . as I warned earlier, you might want to stop reading right here, unless you are not easily grossed out. But I had to tell this story because it is SUCH a Mackinac Island story – I just don’t see this happening anywhere else.
Tale of a Vet Visit
About two weeks ago, Ted saw what shall be called intestinal parasites (I.P.’s for short) in Maddie’ poop. He called for me to come look at it/them, so I could verify. I was totally sure Ted could tell I.P.’s from say, fuzz off the latest unstuffed animal toy she destroyed. But I looked anyway. What I saw was long and white and flat (hey, I warned you this was gross).
“Please call Doc Al, and tell him Maddie has I.P.’s,” Ted said.
Phone call to Doc Al: “Hi Brenda!” (the I.D. came up on this I.P. call).
“Hi Doc! How are you, etc. etc. etc. Maddie has I.P.’s, and we need some meds.”
“What kind of I.P.’s?” Doc Al asked curiously.
“Oh, they’re long and white and flat.”
“Hmmmm . . . that sounds like a round I.P.”
“No, they’re flat.” I said.
“Well, sometimes they appear flat, but they’re really round.”
“Hmmm,” I said.
“Are you sure they don’t look like little grains of rice?” Doc asked.
“I’m positive,” I stated positively.
“Well, it’s kind of unusual for an older dog to have round I.P.’s, but I’ll get you some meds for them,” Doc said.
And he did.
This past Wednesday, Ted came in the condo and said, “Maddie has I.P.’s again.”
“What!” I said alarmingly. “We just had her treated for those!”
“Well, this time I’ve got a sample. It’s in the black doggie poop bag on the back porch. Would you call Doc Al and see when he can take a look – you take a look too, and see what you think.”
I looked, and there it was again – long and white and flat.
Phone call to Doc Al: “Hi, Brenda,” Doc Al answered the call.
“Hi, Doc Al, how are you, etc. etc. etc. Maddie has I.P.’s again. This time we have a sample, but it’s the same thing – long, white, flat.”
“That’s just really unusual. I’m coming up to the big barns in about 15 minutes. Could you meet me there with the sample?”
As I was calling Doc Al, Ted was making a big production out of leaving the house to go to “work out”. Over my conversation with Doc, I heard him say, “See you in a little while – have fun!”
Which is Ted’s way of not dealing with I.P.’s. He goes off to work on his A.B.’s and P.E.C’s.
And so it was that 15 minutes later, I met Doc Al on the corner of Cadotte and Huron at the big horse barns. We got off our bikes, and I collected the black doggie poop bag out of my basket and started for the vet office door.
“Oh, we can just do this out here,” Doc Al says.
All righty then.
Doc Al and I spent the next ten minutes crouched down on the ground at that corner – not more than two feet from walkers, runners, tourist carriages, and horse riders – going through the contents of the black doggie poop bag with a stick Doc picked up off the road.
“See, there it is,” I said, peering into the bag like it was the most fascinating thing I’d seen in many a year. “Long, white and flat.”
“Brenda, that is a blade of grass,” said Doc Al. “Was that what you were describing to me the last time also?”
“Well, yes,” I said.
“From the looks of this, Maddie certainly has a very interesting diet,” Al said, stirring the stick a little more. “But that is a blade of grass . . . THIS is an I.P. – a tape I.P., to be more specific.” And he pointed to a tiny, white little thing that looked suspiciously like a grain of rice.
“Hmmm,” I said.
So Doc Al gave me a couple of pills for the tape I.P. and sent me on my way with this sweet advice: “Brenda . . . please . . . next time, how about collecting the sample in a Zip-lock bag we can SEE through without opening it.”
“Why yes, I will certainly do that,” I said. “I have no idea WHY Ted didn’t think of it himself!”
Good Lord have mercy.