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Good to know. My dog has a really, really bad ear infection and I can't afford to take him to the vet. My grandpa keeps going, "Give him some penicillin" so I go to look it up, and turns out they can have penicillin, and so I come in there to give it to him, and my grandpa's like, "I just gave him one, don't give him another one!"
So... had it not been ok for him, it would have already been done. Poor guy is having a really hard time though. I woke up with him pounding, scratching his ear. I'd been cleaning it out with peroxide, but I just can't get rid of it. I don't get how he keeps an ear infection. I know how bad those things hurt. You can hear him yelping over it, and you guys know how lovey-dovey I am with critters anyway- if I'm this bad over an ear infection... Ima have a nervous breakdown if something really bad happens to him.
But yeah, I'm getting ready to give him a bath, and I'm wondering if I should put alcohol in his ears like the internets said, but I JUST put peroxide in them so I'm gonna wait a couple minutes. My grandparents are all pissed about him anyway, because he's an indoor dog, has been his entire life, and they keep wanting to put him outside. Gramps is planning on tieing him on a line tomorrow to get him used to it. But... Sparticus is really, really stupid. Like, he has no idea how to be an outside dog. And their dogs are guard/hunting dogs- if they get into a fight they'll rip my guy apart. All he does is human tricks and roll around screaming like a dumbass. He would be the most useless addition to a pack ever- if he ever had to go wild, he'd die. He has no hunting skills, at all. He doesn't understand that meat comes from animals- he had a fucking pet rabbit. I'm not making that up. I fostered a rabbit for the ASPCA and he claimed it, groomed it, sat with it in his arms, snuggled with it- in the wild, in the outside, he's fucked.
The other dogs will make fun of him. And he'll get off the chain and get lost, like he did when I tried a tie-out in my ex's yard in my brief stint into suburbia. He got lost and I had to drive around looking for him, I eventually found him, and he was freaking out, ran up to me and literally jumped into my arms. If he gets lost here, I might not be able to find him, it's all woods and hills and poisonous water, poisonous plants, angry critters like paint'ers and cyotes and bears and whatnot...
I would be a horrible parent. Overprotective and whatnot.
So... had it not been ok for him, it would have already been done. Poor guy is having a really hard time though. I woke up with him pounding, scratching his ear. I'd been cleaning it out with peroxide, but I just can't get rid of it. I don't get how he keeps an ear infection. I know how bad those things hurt. You can hear him yelping over it, and you guys know how lovey-dovey I am with critters anyway- if I'm this bad over an ear infection... Ima have a nervous breakdown if something really bad happens to him.
But yeah, I'm getting ready to give him a bath, and I'm wondering if I should put alcohol in his ears like the internets said, but I JUST put peroxide in them so I'm gonna wait a couple minutes. My grandparents are all pissed about him anyway, because he's an indoor dog, has been his entire life, and they keep wanting to put him outside. Gramps is planning on tieing him on a line tomorrow to get him used to it. But... Sparticus is really, really stupid. Like, he has no idea how to be an outside dog. And their dogs are guard/hunting dogs- if they get into a fight they'll rip my guy apart. All he does is human tricks and roll around screaming like a dumbass. He would be the most useless addition to a pack ever- if he ever had to go wild, he'd die. He has no hunting skills, at all. He doesn't understand that meat comes from animals- he had a fucking pet rabbit. I'm not making that up. I fostered a rabbit for the ASPCA and he claimed it, groomed it, sat with it in his arms, snuggled with it- in the wild, in the outside, he's fucked.
The other dogs will make fun of him. And he'll get off the chain and get lost, like he did when I tried a tie-out in my ex's yard in my brief stint into suburbia. He got lost and I had to drive around looking for him, I eventually found him, and he was freaking out, ran up to me and literally jumped into my arms. If he gets lost here, I might not be able to find him, it's all woods and hills and poisonous water, poisonous plants, angry critters like paint'ers and cyotes and bears and whatnot...
I would be a horrible parent. Overprotective and whatnot.