That's right. The pup's got the mange. It chaps my hide. We had to leave the poor devil at the vet for a dip treatment and overnight observation (to beware of allergic reaction). This is Jax's first night away from home. Hannah says, "Great we can have a date!" but I'm just anxious to have the dog back.
Poor little beast.
Hannah had even set up a popsicle date for him at Locopops (they serve flavors for dogs). Alas, he's going to be upset tomorrow when we pick him up.
Let's keep our fingers crossed that the dip treatments work. The news only gets worse if they don't: chronic problems.
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