As I said in my previous post, I have to get daily shots of antibiotics to make sure that my foot injury doesn’t become serious. On Saturday, we scheduled my second appointment with Jovi for 10am Sunday morning. At around 9:45, mom and I set out for Jovi’s house, which he had described for us the day before. But, as we learned, Tanzanians are not experts at giving directions.
After asking about 3 different people, we finally found the turn-off for the Mwanzan suburb where Jovi lived. We drove down a long dirt road through several villages that we never even knew existed. Again, we had to stop and ask where Jovi’s building was located. Mom asked one man, “doktori mbwa?” and the man replied, “I know what a vet is, but I don’t know where he is, ask someone else”. So we drove on and stopped at a pharmacy. Mom had to wake the girl working there to ask, “do you know where Jovi the dog doctor lives?” She looked at me and at mom with a blank stare, “what do you want?” “We are looking for a man named Jovi”. “A man?” Clearly this was going nowhere, so we continued driving.
Eventually, we found the compound where Jovi said he lived, but unfortunately his phone was not working and there were about 100 houses there. Mom was going to start knocking on doors asking for Jovi, but I didn’t really think that was a smart idea and I didn’t really want to get another shot anyway.
After asking a few more people about Jovi with no helpful answers, we decided to just return home and wait until we could reach him on the phone. I was happy because I got to ride in a car with mom for one and a half hours without having to get a shot, but mom was upset about using so much time. We drove home and waited for Jovi’s call.
Not surprisingly, Jovi’s call never came and I got to spend Sunday injection-free. On Monday, however, I was not quite so lucky.
After mom got home from work yesterday, we went for a walk and then Jovi arrived with his bag of torture gear. Mom thought she was clever and had some sticks with peanut butter and some sausages ready to distract me from the shot, but I’m not a little puppy anymore and that stuff doesn’t work on me like it used to.
This time, I had to get TWO shots, one for antibiotics and one for internal and external parasites to control the mites that might be causing my mange. The first one was in my neck and I survived. The second one was in my bum and it hurt like heck!
After the shot I leapt out of mom’s arms and ran away, while trying to itch my bum. It was a stinging and an itching feeling both at the same time. This caused me to run around in circles chasing the itchy spot; you should try to itch your bum with a long body like me! And of course, everyone just sat and laughed at me; next time I’d like to see them get a shot in the bum and be totally cool about it.
Lastly, Jovi left my mom with a solution to mix in water and spray onto my skin to control mites, fleas, and ticks. On the box of skin medicine was a picture of my favorite animal, the cow, so this made me feel cool. It also made me wonder if Jovi thinks I’m a livestock…