Monday, February 4, 2013

Too Much Excitement in the Park

We're about to descend into more veterinary hell around here. I took Olga to get her shots on Saturday, and at the vet's office she seemed perfectly healthy. But no kidding, within a couple of hours she started to seem a little uncomfortable, and now (for a variety of reasons I won't go into here) I suspect she's dealing with a urinary tract infection. And she seems to have blown out her internal stitches from her spaying operation. Back to the vet today! I'm dreading it.

The problem with the stitches may have been a result of our morning walk in the park yesterday. She had a fairly wild time chasing sticks and playing with other dogs. Maybe she overdid it. I guess I can't really rely on her to know when to stop -- I'll have to be more careful about reining her in.

I used to laugh at people buying pet health insurance. But now I'm wondering if it's worth it. Vets are so much pricier now than they used to be, and the treatments are so much more extensive.

Aside from the park outing, yesterday was pretty quiet. I worked my way through several issues of The New Yorker and Harper's. John McPhee had a long article in one of the New Yorkers about organizing his pieces -- choosing the lead and the ending, and structuring the piece overall. It was mildly interesting, but I can't help wondering whether he overthinks the process. Granted, I have not written huge magazine pieces, but I've written plenty of long articles (and series of articles) for newspapers, and to me the organization always seemed instinctive. By the time I sat down to write, I usually knew roughly what I wanted to begin with, and the story told itself from there. I think if you read enough you know how to help a piece unfold naturally.

Then again, who am I to criticize John McPhee? Really.

(Photo: Notting Hill, a few days ago. It must be time for the council to collect natural Christmas trees -- they're lying on doorsteps all over town. Seems kind of late, though, doesn't it?!)


Ms. Moon said...

The sadness of spent Christmas trees...
There are writers who do complete outlines before they begin to write. Other writers have no idea where their stories will lead. This is fiction, of course.
Everyone does it differently.
Poor Olga! Oh, I hope it's not as bad as it seems.

Reya Mellicker said...

John McPhee is one of my heroes, but I'm unclear I would enjoy reading about his process. I missed that article in the New Yorker and I'm thinking - that's OK.

The cost and extent of vet service these days is one of the big reasons I don't want another pet.

I hope Olga rebounds quickly. Vet hell is not a place I want you to have to spend a lot of time. Sending good energy to your sweet dog - and you.

ellen abbott said...

people can spend small fortunes on their pets.

Lynne said...

Ouch, internal stitches are no fun to repair. Poor Olga. Dogs never know when to stop and will keep going past the point of no return. :) Hope all goes well. You'll have to restrain her to leash action only for a bit.

Linda Sue said...

Oh BOO - poor little Olga, how worrying for you. Sorry for her sorry for yu. Dexter sends well wishes! Our friends just got a puppy, a new'un, and already there are health issues! Luckily he is a vet.

e said...

As one who is spending a small fortune boarding at the vet, I empathize. Do check into pet insurance. Since Olga is young it may save you a mint. Best of luck with the stitches.