At least Otis is healthy

While Bill and I have been suffering through colds this week, poor Georgieboy had to go to the vet not once but twice today. We awoke this morning to find him not being his cheery self and once we saw that he was shaking his head in slow-motion and not chewing his carrots (see him waiting for one? we can't even go in the kitchen without him putting on the pathetic look while staring at the fridge), we realized that something was wrong--that's exactly how he acted when his ears hurt before he had the ablation surgery last year. Anyway, the vet determined that the problem probably isn't his ears but his neck--either he sustained some sort of trauma that caused it to be sore or something else (what that something is, I don't want to know just yet). Six hours later, we were back at the vet because he magically developed a lump under his ear. We still don't know what's wrong with him, but hopefully the cortisone shot along with his meds and some rest (don't dogs rest all day anyway) will make him all better. My poor baby!