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What a friggin weekend this has turned out to be. It all started Friday morning. We have an Old English Mastiff "puppy" (160 lbs.). He started going all horny over my dog (Daisy) because he had a raw spot behind her ear. I guess he smelled the hor-mo-nies or sumthin. I'm housitting this weekend so I decided to take Daisy with me b/c Harley (mastiff) wouldnt quit licking it so it could heal. But, before I could do that I had to rush up to the vet's office to get tranquilizers for him because he would drive my parents crazy if he started missing Daisy. (panting, wheezing, whining etc.) SO, the dog I'm watching this weekend also has a raw spot on her foot that I have to clean. So, I'm giving Sandy (the one I'm dogsitting) her medicine, cleaning her foot and putting medicine on that twice a day and now I have to take care of my dog also. Let me tell you...last night was hell. I woke up this morning and decided to take Daisy to the vet b/c the spot was spreading and didnt look any better. Fastest $153.00 I've ever spent. They has to shave off all the hair around her ear, but to do that they had to sedate her b/c it was too painful for her. Antibiotics, steroid shots, anti-itch spray....jeez-um-pee. Anyway, I was in the lobby waiting and a girl that works there came up to me and said, "Daisy is about to come out of sedation. Would you like to come back?". I said sure, so I walked back there and saw my dog lying lifeless on the floor. I lost it. I started bawling my eyes out. Anyone that knows me and my dog can tell you she is my baby. It broke my heart to see her like that. The side of her face all bloody and she can't even stand up...wrenches a mother's heart. So, anyway, I can't really do anything for her except give her the medicine and hope she feels better. I feel like I'm running a doggy clinic.