Clint is our January 12, 2014 Pup of he week

I must say, while I was living on the mortal side of the Bridge, I was a pretty lucky pup.  I rarely had vet visits that weren’t my yearly checkup.  I went once for scotting my butt in the snow.  There was nothing wrong with me.  I just wanted to stop walking and knew scooting my butt would scare Mommy and Daddy, and they would carry me to the car so I didn’t hurt myself further.  Mission accomplished.  And once I popped out my front knee and screamed my little head off, but, by the time we got to the vet, my knee as back in place, and I was happy.  The only other time I made an unscheduled trip to the vet was for my parents to be informed my song was ending.

This week Clint got an unexpected trip to the vet and luckily the vet gave every indication that his song will continue.  But this is the story about why he had to go the the vet.

Clint began peeing more frequently and you know how our parents are about our bodily functions, any slight deviation from the norm is cause for great concern, while they could pee red for a week and shrug it off as something they picked up somewhere.  But I suppose its a good thing.  We can’t tell them when something tis wrong so they have to assume everything is always wrong.

Everything was normal while Clint was peeing, no dribbling, no straining, no burning, least as his Mom could tell.  But it was taking him longer to pee.  And he was going a lot.  

So his Mom took a urine sample (no backstory on how she got that but I think it’s easier with boys) and they drew blood from Clint (we know how they got that:  Ouch!) His Mom was very worried that Clint was in kidney failure, which would mean his song could be ending, or had diabetes, which could lead to blindness, insulin shots, and lots of money, so she asked her friends to put hands and paws together to pray for a good results and to give her strength because she didn’t think she would be dealing with age issues would come so soon.

And then, after endless waiting, came the news, no diabetes!  No kidney failure!  Nothing but a nasty urinary tract infection which is no fun but was a wonderful bit of news for all of us who prayed for a good result.  (Though for Clint there the constant peeing is a bit of a bother but the antibiotics should clear that up in no time.)

So here is to Clint, good health and answered prayers.