Apparently, We’re not too bright at my house. That’s why it takes a village to help me with anything and for that, I’m very appreciative.
The mysterious Belly Boo Boo is no longer a mystery. Well, not officially, but sort of.
So, like many of you, I thought I scraped my belly on those pesky steps of mine. Or maybe by sliding through the hole under the fence going to visit Sniglet. Or maybe it was a spider or tick bite.
But never a skin rash. Or allergy. Or dermatitis. Or ringworm. (Which really has nothing to do with worms by the way.)
One mention of ringworm and the peep dragged me to the Dogtor. Not my usual Dogtor, but another one. She was really nice. But she made me lie on my side under a black light in a dark room. Then, she scraped my skin and took some hair. Then, she put the skin and hair in a bottle of goo.
It was traumatic let me tell you. The only good thing about it was my peep holding my head telling me how good I was. Really, peep? You didn’t know that before then? Methinks you need to screw your head on tighter. I’m always good. What I was doing yesterday wasn’t being good, it was being tolerant. Remember that.
So, the light test didn’t reveal any ringworm, but the culture still has to do its thing and grow. Or not. We’ll know more tomorrow. So we were sent home with a bottle of expensive shampoo and I’m supposed to have my belly washed every day this week. Oh joy. How I love water. It might be an allergy to grass since I frog dog outside all the time. Or, it could be a rash of some kind. Or through a break in the skin or compromise of my immune system, it could be a staph infection. (Did you know we carry staph around on our skin all the time? I didn’t.)
The peep did have a jolt of intelligence at one point. She took a picture of my gross boo boo (I won’t share it here. It’s too gross.) and sent it to my Godmother Carol, who promptly emailed back, “That’s not ringworm, I’ve got something to help clear that up. It’s from all the heat and humidity. Solitaire gets it too. I’ll bring you some spray.”
(Solitaire is my cousin. Don’t you know she’s a cute little girl Scot.) But now we’re trying out this spray stuff on my belly thanks to Godmother Carol. She’s the bomb. The peep sneaks up on me when I’m sleeping on my side, rolls me over and poof! there’s spray stuff on me whether I want it there or not.
This is what I mean. It takes a village. Between you guys in Blogville who weighed in with lots of caring and knowledgeable comments, the Dogtor, and my precious Godmother Carol, I just don’t think the peeps could put one foot in front of the other.
And for that, I thank you from the bottom of my frog dog feet.
If I could change one thing, I’d make my legs a little longer. I’m just too close to the dew-covered grass in this hot, humid climate. So now I’ve got a skin problem. Other than that, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m perfect just the way I am.
And so are YOU! Thank you!