Thursday, January 16, 2014
So the latest from the vet on Olga's periodic gastric distress is that it's not giardia after all. He thinks she has food allergies.
I am skeptical -- I mean, Olga was a street dog, for God's sake, a dog that ate anything and everything off the pavement before we got her. But I suppose it's possible that she was left with a sensitive gut as a result of her hardscrabble early years. In any case, we now have her on special hypoallergenic food and numerous medicines, all of which I suspect the vet sells at a healthy profit, and we'll see how she does. Time will tell if her gut calms down. If it really is giardia or some other infective agent that managed to elude the stool analysis, hypoallergenic food will make no difference.
I applied for our Chinese visas yesterday. I took all our paperwork and our passports to a disconcertingly dingy walk-up office near Oxford Circus, where three people were working in cramped quarters surrounded by towers of dusty, rubber-banded paperwork. (Not much of a filing system, to my eyes, but who am I to question?) I should be able to pick up the visas on Tuesday, assuming all goes smoothly. Hopefully I won't be hit by a bus between now and then, or otherwise in need of my passport and my UK residence permit.
(Photo: An apparently closed hotel in Mile End, on Sunday.)