$380.
Same ear. Third time this year.
I sat in the parking lot and just didn't start the car. I wasn't angry at Dr. Reeves. She's good at her job — she confirmed the strain, adjusted the antibiotic, walked me through the dosing. The exam was thorough. The prescription was correct.
I'd been here twice before. Same ear. Same dog.
I drove home and did the math I'd been avoiding. Eighteen months. Four visits. Three different antibiotics. $1,460.
And a dog who was — according to every clinical marker — perfectly healthy.
There has to be something they're not telling me.
That sentence sat in my chest the whole drive home. I don't mean it as a conspiracy. I mean it as the only reasonable conclusion left: I am doing everything I'm told to do, and we keep ending up back here. Either I'm missing something, or my vet is. And I've watched my vet work. She's not missing anything.
Which means I am.