Hi everyone. This is Lilie the Westie.
Yeah, I know it's meant to be the turn of the squeaky Maizie creature. But the squeaky things in cages admit themselves they don't have as much to say as I do, and I need to tell you about my ear, so you get to hear from me instead. Lucky you!
My ear started bugging me a couple of weeks ago. I was scratching at it a lot, shaking my head, and rubbing my ear on things. I even yelped in pain when Mummy touched it while we were playing. Bearing in mind, I'm not the kind of dog who whines and yelps in pain that often, even when the humans say they don't understand why I'm not doing so. I can run in to a wall and it only makes me change direction, fall off a bed and bounce right back up, etc. Like I said, I'm a tough little thing, and not one to whine or yelp for no reason. So, as you can imagine, me yelping when Mummy touched my ear got her worried enough that she called Daddy over to have a look at it.
It was all dirty, but that could just have been from me scratching at it and rubbing it on things. So Daddy had to clean it before he could look properly. I didn't mind too much though, because the little balls he used felt nice in my ear. Plus, I was getting attention, so... YAY! It did hurt a bit when he did it though, and I whined to tel him so.
Anyway, it looked sore, but he wasn't sure if I'd just cut myself while scratching, or if there was more to it. So the humans decided they better take me to the vet to have it looked at. That was fine by me, since I love vet trips!
Well, I didn't enjoy all of the one where that overly bouncy dog was there. But he wasn't, and everybody who was wanted to be my friend in ways I found acceptable, so that was good.
Anyhow, the vet said I either had an infection in my ear that Daddy's cleaning job had helped to clear up, but my ear was sore and inflamed from it - and from me scratching at it - or was allergic to something. I'm not too sure what all that means, but the vet gave Daddy some stuff in a bottle that I had to have in my ear two times a day, and said to come back a week later so the vet could see if my ear was better.
I didn't like how it felt when the stuff from the bottle went in my ear. I tried to be good about it for Daddy to put it in. I even managed to be good for the first couple of days. But after that I decided I'd had enough, so Mummy had to hold me down while Daddy put the stuff in my ear. I couldn't help it. I just didn't like that stuff getting squirted in my ear. I'm sure you'd hate it if someone was squirting wet stuff from a bottle in to your ear too!
Anyway, I went back after the week was up to have the vet take a look at my ear again, and he said it was all better, so there's a good chance it was to do with an infection. But he also said that Daddy should still put the stuff from the bottle in my ear once a day for a few more days. I don't see why I had to still have stuff in my ear if it was all better, and tried to tell the humans so. But nobody listened to me, and they kept right on doing it. They've stopped... They appear to have stopped now anyhow. I hope they don't start doing it again!
Lots of licks,