Tucker Bear is not speaking to me right now.
Late Friday night, TB started acting strangely. My normally bouncy pupper was sluggish. He wouldn't stop shaking his head out or rubbing his ears. Late in the evening, he started having this strange head tilt, and he was off-balance. All signs of an inner ear infection. Not that I knew it at the time - I had to call the emergency vet since I thought he was having a seizure or something super awful.
So why is he pissed at me? Well for one, I made him go to the vet. They take your temperature from your butt there, you know. Not cool, Mom, not cool at all. He never hated the vet before this, he thought he was just getting a car ride, but that C-A-R-R-I-D-E ended in getting poked in the pooper and having his ears plucked and deep-cleaned. He didn't even want to sit in my lap on the way home. Further adding to his rage, he has to have ear drops and pills twice a day for ten days. Guess who hates drops with a fiery passion? Tucker Bear Banana-Face does. And it is 110% MY FAULT, since I am the one that administers the meds. They make Mr LikesIt squeamish for some reason, or so he says.
He's coping, but barely. He is able to forgive me for trimming his nails and giving him baths, but this is almost too much for him to bear. Yes, he gets his favorite treat along with his beef-flavored pill, but still. I am on top of his shit list.
My punishment includes the silent treatment and the cold shoulder. He has taken to sitting on or near Mr LikesIt at all times, snuggling and snorting until he is comfy, cozy, and NOT anywhere near me. And then he stares at me the whole time, making sure I see every minute of it. Mr LikesIt finds nothing wrong with this arrangement.
I don't know how parents of real children do this. It's killing me, and it's only been four days.