I thought I was done with visiting the vet after they stole a couple of my teeth, but apparently not. The Mom dragged me back to the vet the week before last to "make sure my incisions were healing." I tried to tell her they were just fine, but she insisted that they take a look at my mouth anyway.
They looked at my mouth and then came back out and told the Mom that I was healing up fine. Hey! Isn't that what I said?
The Mom wanted a weight on me, so she and the vet tech went into a room and made me sit on a scale. I have not gained or lost any weight. The Mom got permission from the vet to try and take me down to 2.5mg of Prednisolone a day (from 5mg) since I have not had any asthma issues in a few months.
That did not work out so well. The Mom noticed my asthma symptoms were coming back, so she put me back on the 5mg dose. She talked with Dr. M last week, and she and the Mom agreed that it would be worth a try to alternate between the 2.5mg and 5mg dose every other day.
I have been hiding under the dresser a lot the past couple of days, though, so the Mom is waiting a few days to see about trying that new dose regimen. I won't tell her why I'm hiding under the dresser all of a sudden, either.
I hope everyone has a great week - and if you want a peaceful place to hang out for a while, you are welcome to join me under my dresser.