Took both dogs to the vet yesterday. Daisy received her final puppy shots. Now she is fully innoculated and can be taken on fun trips to the park, the pet superstore, etc., much to my daughter's joy.
I was also hoping for some solution to Muffy's anomalies. The vet discussed options like ultrasound and surgery (gaaah), but ultimately we decided to take a blood sample, up the dosage of a medicine that nearly did the trick last time, and go from there.
We (the family) are to redouble our efforts to keep Muffy away from every other food item besides her prescribed diet. Not as easy as it sounds, but okay. We'll do it. And we will succeed. Who's smarter, after all - three people who represent the dominant species on the planet, or a tiny little furry person ... who represents the species that figured out how to be waited on paw and foot by said dominant species? That's right, the answer is obvious, and don't forget it.
Then I brought up my pathetic sleep patterns, and carefully brooched the subject of a doggie sleeping aid. The vet squelched this line of thought at once. "Muffy wakes up in the night because she has to go potty," she reminded me needlessly. "If we solve her problem, she'll feel so much better and she'll sleep through the night, right?" Yeaaaah, that's the theory anyway. I'll shut up now, doc. Selfish owner! :-)