Lilly's Saving Throw

I scheduled a big powwow with the vet who is the owner of my animal clinic, and took Lilly in to see her today.
I didn't blog it, but last month a vet there, an elderly man and board-certified, while attempting to kill Giardiasis, if indeed Lilly had it, prescribed her antibiotics at such a high dosage that they would have caused neurological damage had I given them to her. Luckily, that night, another vet at the hospital who was reviewing charts called us and told us to cut the dosage in half. Then they fired the old vet.
I knew the vet had been let go, but didn't know until today that it was because of that prescription for Lilly.

I told the head vet that Lilly had to have continuity of care, just like a chronically-ill child, and that from now on all our dealings would be with her alone. We went over all of Lilly's physical problems and came up with a new plan of attack, this one based on the treatment for Inflammatory Bowel Disease, one of the dozen of digestive disorders that occur primarily in German Shepherds.

As for her behavioral problems, sorry guys, but I've decided to give the Gentle Leader a try. The day before yesterday, while I was walking the dogs, a very sweet boy dog layed down at the end of the street and waited for his friend Shiloh. Lilly had met this dog ten times before and they'd gotten along fine. This time, Lilly went ballistic; Shiloh trussed me by wrapping her leash completely around both of my ankles several times, taking me quite a bit of time to get free; and three different neighbors looked on us with hatred on their faces. It was a spectacle.

Mr. Cracker, complete with a degree in Physics from Florida State University, is studying the collar and diagrams, trying to figure out how the damn thing goes on.
When the behavioralist comes this Friday, he'll show me how to use it properly.
I have to gain better control over Lilly on this little street where I live.

UPDATE:
No, I will not have the leader on in the house.