10/12/00 - Farewell to Buffalo
Today, Gwen made a comment that after seeing me with the Berts, she realized that her Maltese Max was not actually the most spoiled - actually she said it in a much nicer way but I can't remember the lovely term she used. Ah, it is true - I spoil them and anthropomorphize them. (A wonderful vocabulary word I found in this fantastic book I just finished reading the other day called "Tracks" about a woman named Robyn Davidson who crossed the Australian outback solo with camels. To anthropomorphize is to give human qualities to animals. The book is a must read.)
Anyway, Gwen recommended a vet because I had noticed that Ernie had a hole in his gums which was from his tooth extraction two years ago which had healed but didn't entirely close. Now it seemed larger than before, and I was suspecting it was the cause of his sneezy-wheezy episodes.
Also, Gwen had observed that Chewie scooted on his butt across the carpet and educated me on more than I ever wanted to know about doggie anal glands. Enough said. The vet actually said even more, drawing pictures, then taking care of them. Needless to say, Chewie was not at all pleased to be invaded like that, but it was all in the name of 'pain relief.'
Ernie, on the other hand, would require surgery to try to seal the hole which was indeed risky for his sinuses. His sneezy-wheezy episodes actually are called "reverse sneezing" and at first I thought he was having a seizure or could not breathe. Turns out it is a dog way of itching a scratch in his sinuses and is not dangerous, but could end up being problematic.
I left with some antihistamine and antibiotics for Ernie in case he gets sick from the hole, to take care of him until I can get to another vet. The unfortunate thing about the surgery on his gums is that it may or may not hold the first time and may have to be repeated several times before it takes. In the meanwhile, it isn't critical.
After the vet, Gwen took me to THE LAKE which she insisted I had to see. It was big, windy and choppy, clear enough to see Canada straight ahead. We ate lunch, then headed to Ruziniaks, the mechanic.
Picked up the RV and the bill wasn't too crippling for a full tuneup, lube job, and fixed horn and right blinker. Gwen and I said our goodbyes, and I pulled out of the lot. The engine stopped suddenly, and I had to restart it. I chalked it up to maybe not warming it up enough before going. Little did I know...
Pulled into Erie, PA and the Hill Family Campground. Had a basic gravel and grass site, again close between two other units. Did the camping setup thing and got a good night's sleep.