One evening Misty came up to my chair while I was reading and stared at me until I looked down. Then she scratched her ear, whimpered, and jumped up on my lap. I called the vet who said that it didn’t sound life threatening. Just bring her in to the office after nine in the morning.
Misty was usually reluctant to go into the veterinarian office, but that morning she leaped out of the car before I could grab the leash, ran to the door, and when I opened it, she ran straight into an examining room and waited for me there while I checked her in.
When the veterinarian came in, I described her behavior. “Sounds like a foxtail,” she said. “Which ear is it?”
“Yes, there it is,” the vet said as she examined it with her ear device, and quickly extracted it.
Quickly Misty left the examining room and waited for me in the outer office.