It sure would make sense if i just did the IV for Bob myself. After all, its not intraveneous, just subquetaneous (spell check for this non-nurse, hello) . It would surely help out and give Keith a needed break from this mutually unpleasant ritual for both dog and man. I seriously considered it tonight, seriously I did, knowing it would save our hard working nurse friend, Keith's co-worker, a trip out this evening. But i just could not fathom poking my own dog with a needle, and a rather hearty one at that. I need practice first, some technique training, poking some oranges like they do in nursing school--or something. Without practice, i know the chances of hesitation are high. Even though I have a lot of nerve and even get acupuncture for myself, I am rather squeemish about jabbing a needle into another being.
I accept my role for now as the comfort person for Sparkey and as the nurses aide for the IV administerer. Glad Keith is getting a needed break, grateful for our friends' help, and especially happy that ole Sparkey has decided to stick around this long. I took the cutest photo of how i found him sleeping with his head on a pillow this morning. He looked up at me with his sleepy, red hound-dog eyes as if to say, "Wass up?Its early! Must you?" Yes, sir Sparks, my dear, I must! I can't stab you witha needle but I can shoot you with a camera anytime!