This is a picture of what my dog does not look like. She used to look like this, before she scratching her fur out. She is now down to bare skin everywhere she can reach, and she's scratching her skin until she's bloody. Even a verbal description of the situation is gross. I've gotten used to the way she looks, but people in the street stop and stare. The vet was shocked. And it's all my fault. Somehow, it must be. I'm her owner; I'm responsible.
I finally got the results back from the vet today. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad. It's one of those situations where each time you add up the score you get a different answer.
The good news: the antibiotics and steroids have stopped the dog's constant miserable scratching.
The bad news: something in the medication is making her so tired she can barely lift her head to eat a treat from my hand.
The good news: the dog does not have Lupus (which, according to the Internet sources, has a "poor" prognosis).
The bad news: nobody knows what the heck is wrong with the poor suffering dog. All everyone can agree on is that she's allergic to my home.
The good news: I have a place to send her where she's not going to have an environmental allergy.
The bad news: it's 658 miles away and she's going to feel abandoned. Again. No dog should have to feel abandoned by someone it loves, but it's even worse to do this to a rescue dog.
I don't have any positive reflections with which to wrap this up. I just wanted to post a status report on the poor dog.