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Flash has had bloody diarrhea the last four days. I bet you wish you could go back in time and choose not to read that last sentence. We took her to the vet this evening and it turns out she has colitis. Kudos to my friend Elizabeth for having hit that nail square on the head. So she gets antibiotics that are also anti-inflammatory and rice with beef/chicken until everything's back to normal.

But lets go back in time to the vet visit. All of us went to the vet with Flash. Henry thinks going to the doggie doctor is flippin' sweet because he loves watching Flash go through all the same stuff he has to go through when he goes to the doctor. He especially hates having his temperature taken, and the last two time we've been to the vet, Henry has settled into a chair in the exam room and asked me when Flash is going to get her temperature taken. Then he watches with glee fascination at the whole process. This evening after the thermometer was removed from Flash's rear, Henry said "Doctor take Flash's temperature two times." He looked disappointed when I told him her temperature only needed to be taken once.

The diagnosis for colitis required the use of a rubber glove and a smidge of Vaseline, and I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Flash was not happy about the procedure and shuffled around the room and protested with a few sad whines. Do you know what my sadistic kid did? He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd seen in years. After the veterinarian left I told Henry that not only was he a doctor for doggies, but also for kitty cats, rats, bunnies, and, in a pinch, he could probably even be a Henry doctor, and that when he comes back in maybe he could take Henry's temperature. That sobered him up right quick, but it did not stop him from asking a few minutes later if Flash's temperature could be taken three times. No sympathy in this kid. On the way home I told Flash she could come with us to Henry's third-year checkup so she could watch him get his shots.