Today, I decided little Kekoa might enjoy a day at doggie daycare. Why not? I had a reservation I wasn’t going to be able to use for Brody anyway.
Why is that, do you ask? Poor Brody is persona non grata at doggie daycare. You see, he has warts. Canine viral papillomas, to be more specific- a common affliction in dogs, seen most often in young pups who go to dog parks, or, erm, doggie daycares.
So no matter that this very place is the most likely reason he got it in the first place, until those lesions are gone, he can’t attend. I understand the reasoning, and policy is policy. It is a contagious disease after all, though the vast majority of cases result in a small amount of harmless though ugly lesions that resolve on their own in a month or two.
A month or two is no big deal, unless of course you’re talking about Brody- a dog who LIVES for this, who spends the entire workday tearing around the facility 100 miles an hour. If he doesn’t spend the full day tearing around the facility, he is either home eating stuff, or at work, wreaking havoc with the resident cat. For this reason, I am trying an experimental therapy that has been shown in some studies to induce remission in about 15 days.
The azithromycin arrived today, special ordered from a compounding pharmacy in Brody-size (see, I really do use human drugs all the time! Azithromycin is the drug you might know as a Z pack.) Keep your fingers crossed that it works.
Back to the beginning of the story- so we had reversed positions, with Kekoa in daycare and Brody with me at work. Neither of them liked it much. Koa received a sad face on her report card, which stated, “Not a good day for her. She sat in the corner all day and didn’t want to play with any of the dogs. Maybe next time she might meet a friend.” How sad is that? Meanwhile Brody spent the day with me, sequestered and sulking.
So keep your fingers crossed that this stuff works. We all will be much happier that way.