Paxton went to the Vet today.  He loves going to the Vet.  Really!!! Going to the Vet means getting to ride in the car.  Going “bye-bye” is high on his list of favorite activities.

Paxton is my dog.  I should clarity that.  He is a Boxer.  What a nut he is!  Cracks me up, that dog!!!  Plus, he is cute…but don’t mention that last part to MFH (My Favorite Husband).  MFH thinks that Paxton is Butt Ugly.

Anyway, Paxton has been licking his front paws quite a bit the past week or so and last night I noticed that they were pretty swollen.  Time for a trip to the Vet, I decided.  This early, I was up and at ’em and off we went to visit the Vet.  We affectionately call the Vet, “Dapper Dan.”

We actually got Dapper Dan’s son today.  His son just became a Vet about a year ago and joined the practice.  Nice guy.  Young.  Knows his stuff and Paxton loves him.

Dapper Dan Jr. came into the room and Paxton immediately greeted him by wiggling, walking between the poor man’s legs and then sticking his paw out to shake.  That’s my dog.  What a weirdo.  HA!

Dapper Dan Jr. looked at Paxton’s paws and determined that Paxton has cysts between his toes.  Antibiotics.  Dapper Dan Jr. then put Paxton on the scale.  130 pounds!  A fine, fine specimen of a dog.  (Paxton does not believe in skipping meals).  We paid our bill, got the antibiotics and came home.

I gave Paxton his first dose of meds.  3 Pills, 2 times a day.  With food.

Paxton eats kibble.  I needed something wet.  These were capsules so I couldn’t crush them.

#1 son went to WalMart and bought some canned cat food.  I mixed the pills with the cat food and Paxton thought he had died and gone to doggie heaven.

There was only ONE problem with that.  Those little cans of cat food don’t hold very much food.  Paxton was still hungry!  I told him, “Paxton, cat food is F-A-T-T-E-N-I-N-G!!!  No more food.  You already weigh a LOT more than I do!”

Now Paxton started getting upset.

“You don’t seem to understand.  I am Hungry.  A LOT!”  He barked.

I tried to talk to him.

We play this game that usually will settle him down when he wants food.  I mimic him.  He likes this and he plays along.  Not tonight.  He wanted FOOD and lots of it!

Nope.  I would not budge.

Bow-Wow-WOW!!!

Nothing.

BOW-WOW-WOW!!!

Then he pulled out the heavy artillery.  He brought me his traffic cone and held up his paw.  He was begging.  Literally.

How can you say no to that!?!

I gave him a treat in his traffic cone and we called a truce.  Poor dog.  It’s going to be a looooong 10 days of antibiotics.