That right there is a stoned Fezziwig. Poor guy woke up Saturday with a hacking cough that only got worse as the day went on. Since we had a cat that had a hacking cough then passed away, we were admittedly a tad more quick to take the pug to the pug hospital. After asking how Mooch was hanging these days, the vet checked out Fezzi and determined that it wasn't cancer causing him to cough. It could have been one of a few things, so she gave us a 'script for Clavamox (I am seriously considering buying stock in that company we have so much of that in the house) and for Torbutrol. Torbutrol, the vet told us, might cause my tubby love to be lethargic and drink a lot of water.
Lethargic was an understatement. That picture is of poor Fezzi after he got off the couch and looked around the room having obviously forgotten why he got down in the first place. We took him outside . . . he looked around and then up at me as if to ask "How did I get out here?" He spent two days looking like that kid form your high school history class that would occasionally interject with something from a lecture two weeks prior.
It probably wouldn't have been so bad if we had him take the pills with water instead of gin.
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Ah, but gin is good... Poor Fez.
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