My Mommy does an incredible job taking care of us. She inspects every inch of our bodies. So it was not surprising that she was mad at herself when the groomer told her that I had another ear infection. Since I got my last infection 12 months ago, Mommy checks my ears after every bath, which happen too frequently. Two weeks before the grooming she checked and sniffed, and my ears were fine.
When Mommy went to the groomers, she expected to get glowing reports about her own grooming skills. Instead, the woman handed me over the counter to Mommy, wrinkled her nose in distaste and said “yeast.”
My mother could not believe it was true. “You must be mistaken; I take such care of her ears.” The groomer grabbed my ear, pulled it back, and with her other hand she took Mommy’s head, shoved it down to my ear and told her to sniff.
The woman let go of Mommy’s head. She looked at the groomer, softly admitted “yeast” and slunk out the door.
The next morning Mommy asked my Dad to call the vet. She did not want to be shamed by having a wear on her clothing a giant Y for yeast on her dress and be shunned in public. The last time I had an infection our old vet gave me a thorough examination and charged $150.00. Who knew what this vet would charge for a second offense?
The vet tech told Daddy that she would check my records. She called back and told him that he could come in and pick up medicine for me. Since I had a full examination two months earlier another one was not needed. Mommy and I both sighed in relief.
When Daddy picked up the medicine, the vet tech told him that she thought it was a seasonal allergy and was not anyone’s fault. That made Mommy feel better. As hard as Mom’s try they cannot stop an allergy.
So for the next two weeks, I get drops which I don’t like, and ear rubs, which I like a lot. I have not been in pain, so this entire incident has been more something I have witnessed then taken a part of.
I just want the yeast out of my ears to make my Mom happy and to make sure she never has to wear a big Y.