Rigby has been going through a bit of a hard time lately. She’s been getting booster shots, which are no fun. We noticed that she’d been acting funny even before the shots started, so we took her to the vet. After a thorough exam, the vet decided Rigby either had a urinary tract infection or crystals in her urine (we’ll get the follow-up diagnosis later today). Either is very treatable but whatever it is has made Rigby very uncomfortable. When Rigby doesn’t feel well she’s extra-clingy, which is kind of…undesirable…because her bladder is extra, um, sensitive. I wasn’t really expecting to be dealing with a third party’s urine until next year.
When Rigby is feeling better, she is my number one protector. It’s sweet and funny because she’s a six pound fluffy Maltese, not exactly a big watch dog. She kicks it into high-gear when I’m pregnant. If anyone comes near me, she stands between us. She’ll even growl at Mike if he moves at me suddenly. If she thinks something is a threat, she will lay across my belly as the final line of defense between Binky and evil.
In case you were wondering, Rigby thinks the vacuum is the most evil thing in our house. I have to agree.
She was the same way when I was pregnant with Madeline:
Hopefully the medicine will kick in soon and Rigby will start feeling better. I need my protector back.