My poor doggy
Sassafras is on her fourth or fifth bout of some tummy upset. We'll get her straightened out, her appetite will be fine, and then in a couple of days, she'll start leaving us little messes because she can't find us to let her out.
The vet doesn't know what to do. Her bloodwork is fine. He gave us two options: another round of much stronger antibiotics -- or a $1200 endoscopy in Indianapolis (ouch). So Sassy is on a six weeks' course of pills, pills, pills.
Please, God, make her get over whatever this is!
(Also, if memory serves, today is her seventh birthday.)