If you read this blog on a regular basis, you probably already know that Daisy was diagnosed with a urinary track infection about ten days ago. If you’re new to the blog, I’m sorry. I don’t usually write about dog pee, but that was my focus first thing this morning.
Last week, Daisy’s veterinarian handed us a small syringe-like vial along with two bottles of meds and said that we should bring back a urine specimen when the round of antibiotics was finished to make sure that the problem had been resolved.
I must have given him a blank look because he quickly explained that we should put a container under her when she was peeing to catch it, and then draw some up into the vial and bring it to the office. Forget the we part. Frank answers Daisy’s needs on a regular basis, but I knew that this particular maneuver was going to end up on my plate!
Today was the big day. I let Daisy into her side yard. I had a little plastic bowl at the ready. Unfortunately, I had neglected to put on boots, so at the first sign of a squat, I dashed out into the snow in my slippers, positioned the bowl and caught a sample. Daisy turned around and looked at me as though I were crazy. Maybe I am a little. It’s not what I’d call a normal activity. At least we had the privacy of our fenced yard. I can’t imagine the looks we would have gotten if I had tried my collection technique on a walk.
Trust me, collecting a urine specimen from a dog has never been on my bucket list. To be honest, before today, I wouldn’t have thought that it was possible. Well, I’m here to say that it’s possible, and I did it. Feeling a little proud. Maybe I should think about getting a life!