It Was a LONG Day!!
Dad keeps saying, "it was such a LONG day!!" about yesterday...
HRMF.
You think YOU got it bad, Dad? *I* was the center of all the BUSY!!
I had my twice-yearly trip to the vet, plus a teeth cleaning... icky.
Dad brought me to the Vet at 7 in the morning! I got to see B, who was taking her kitties there too- I met some nice people, and the staff was all 'come on, we'll go in the back' and I was "YAY! I love you guys!!"
...but I did not love them LATER!
HRMF.
They put me in the BIG dawg cage, where it is under the cabinet by the desk, and I LIKE that! I can see Eeeeeeverything there!!
But then they were all opening it, taking me out for pets and a cookie... and taking blood samples!! OW!
Then I got put back in. FINE.
Then they took me out, and they did an exam on my tumours (push, poke, rollin' me around!) HEY... And then back IN again!
THEN they took me out, and they stabbitied me with shots!! ...I do not LIKE the muzzy feeling they cause, I is a NO DRUGS kind of Lady!
Then they put me back.
I was beginning to see a problem here.
They took me out to put an IV in... and put me back.
They took me out to examine my poor eyeball... and put me back.
They took me out to put the OTHER IV in, for more DRUGS... and put me back.
Then they took me out to put the catheter in... and put me back...
Then they opened the cage to take me to surgery to get me fully under to do my teefies and fix up my nails a little?
OH NOES, Everytime you take me out like that, you Do Something To Me!!!
I thrust my head REALLY hard out the door and went BARKBARKBARK-CHOMP! It was a really hard chastise-kind of snap, like OH-NO-YOU-DON'T!!
...but there was a steel latch in the way.
It was a thick steel bar, with a little knob on the end, and it caught in my MOUWF!!
One of my teefies hit it, and it went CRACK!
OWIE.
I bitted MYSELF!!
I cried, and they gave me medicine, and I was sorry.
When I woke up, they STOLE TWO OF MY TEETH!!!
They stole half my TOENAIL length!!!
They put STITCHES in my MOUWF!!!
I was so sad!!
I laid and looked sad, and DROOOOOOLED.
But they had put bandaids on my arms where the IV's had been, and I was a very good girl in the cage for them. Even tho earlier I was very bad to threaten them earlier, I was quiet now... I mean... they DID fix me up again. You know?
They had Dad FINALLY come to get me!!! FINALLY DAD!!
I didn't even get up.
I tried, but I was wobbly, staggery, and druggy...
They explained to Dad how my vision is still getting worse, and how my joints will feel a little better with this new cut on my nails (it changes how I stand on my toesies when I balance to not fall over!) and makes them much shorter which is good! ...and they explained that those things called "fatty tumours" are getting more numerous.
I guess I still cough and huff a little, because some are near my lungs.
Also... uhm.
...I is a LARGE Lady.
And apparently, I now wieghs one hundred and THIRTY pounds.
Dad and the Vet cannot quite explain this. ...but it is Not. A. Good. Thing.
It could be the tumors, which are dense, the Vet says, but it could be the new kibble we changed to a few months ago is SO GOOD for me, I packed on extra muscle... I don't LOOK 20 pounds heavier!!
(I swears I don't!)
So Dad opened the Cage, and I finally came staggering out... and he put my leash around my neck cause my 'gentle leader' would have been on my mouwf and that would have hurt!
He headed to the door to go home.
WAIT DAD... I gots things to DO!
I staggered over to the Vet and I LOVED on her... I staggered to the tech and I LOVED on her... I staggered to the nurse and I LOVED on her...
I had to visit ALL the staff in the room, and stand VERY close, with my shoulder against them, and RUB my head on thier hand untill they petted me!!
Then I was ready to follow Dad home!
I was all, "I sowwy about that, guys... thank you for making me feel better anyway."
The Vet told Dad, "no no, don't be upset, we just pushed her limits way too much today- everyone has limits!! I know how *I* would feel!!"
I was all, "Yah, but I still sowwy. Thank you for still loving me."
We went HOME.
I was pretty happy- we picked up Pa on the way, at the train station... and when we got HOME?
I GOT CANNED FOOD!!!
OH it is so GOOD!!
It is a mix, some of it is from "Taste of the Wild" just like my kibble... some of it is called "Evengers" and ALL it is, is canned MEAT! So Dad can add veggie shreds (shredded extra tiny! You so cute, Dad!) for my happy tummy...
So when Dad says, "It was such a LONG DAY!!"
I is going to laugh at him.
YOU think it was a long day???
All YOU had to do, was get calls from the Vet on my health and drugs and THINGS... *I* had to have that all DONE to me!!
How YOU feel, after getting all those tests, plus two teefies pulled??
HRMF.
I feel better now.
I gots the GOOD kind of Drugs, like they give me for my hips and knees when they hurt.
And CANNED food.
Wow.
Life, is maybe not so bad after all.
HRMF.
You think YOU got it bad, Dad? *I* was the center of all the BUSY!!
I had my twice-yearly trip to the vet, plus a teeth cleaning... icky.
Dad brought me to the Vet at 7 in the morning! I got to see B, who was taking her kitties there too- I met some nice people, and the staff was all 'come on, we'll go in the back' and I was "YAY! I love you guys!!"
...but I did not love them LATER!
HRMF.
They put me in the BIG dawg cage, where it is under the cabinet by the desk, and I LIKE that! I can see Eeeeeeverything there!!
But then they were all opening it, taking me out for pets and a cookie... and taking blood samples!! OW!
Then I got put back in. FINE.
Then they took me out, and they did an exam on my tumours (push, poke, rollin' me around!) HEY... And then back IN again!
THEN they took me out, and they stabbitied me with shots!! ...I do not LIKE the muzzy feeling they cause, I is a NO DRUGS kind of Lady!
Then they put me back.
I was beginning to see a problem here.
They took me out to put an IV in... and put me back.
They took me out to examine my poor eyeball... and put me back.
They took me out to put the OTHER IV in, for more DRUGS... and put me back.
Then they took me out to put the catheter in... and put me back...
Then they opened the cage to take me to surgery to get me fully under to do my teefies and fix up my nails a little?
OH NOES, Everytime you take me out like that, you Do Something To Me!!!
I thrust my head REALLY hard out the door and went BARKBARKBARK-CHOMP! It was a really hard chastise-kind of snap, like OH-NO-YOU-DON'T!!
...but there was a steel latch in the way.
It was a thick steel bar, with a little knob on the end, and it caught in my MOUWF!!
One of my teefies hit it, and it went CRACK!
OWIE.
I bitted MYSELF!!
I cried, and they gave me medicine, and I was sorry.
When I woke up, they STOLE TWO OF MY TEETH!!!
They stole half my TOENAIL length!!!
They put STITCHES in my MOUWF!!!
I was so sad!!
I laid and looked sad, and DROOOOOOLED.
But they had put bandaids on my arms where the IV's had been, and I was a very good girl in the cage for them. Even tho earlier I was very bad to threaten them earlier, I was quiet now... I mean... they DID fix me up again. You know?
They had Dad FINALLY come to get me!!! FINALLY DAD!!
I didn't even get up.
I tried, but I was wobbly, staggery, and druggy...
They explained to Dad how my vision is still getting worse, and how my joints will feel a little better with this new cut on my nails (it changes how I stand on my toesies when I balance to not fall over!) and makes them much shorter which is good! ...and they explained that those things called "fatty tumours" are getting more numerous.
I guess I still cough and huff a little, because some are near my lungs.
Also... uhm.
...I is a LARGE Lady.
And apparently, I now wieghs one hundred and THIRTY pounds.
Dad and the Vet cannot quite explain this. ...but it is Not. A. Good. Thing.
It could be the tumors, which are dense, the Vet says, but it could be the new kibble we changed to a few months ago is SO GOOD for me, I packed on extra muscle... I don't LOOK 20 pounds heavier!!
(I swears I don't!)
So Dad opened the Cage, and I finally came staggering out... and he put my leash around my neck cause my 'gentle leader' would have been on my mouwf and that would have hurt!
He headed to the door to go home.
WAIT DAD... I gots things to DO!
I staggered over to the Vet and I LOVED on her... I staggered to the tech and I LOVED on her... I staggered to the nurse and I LOVED on her...
I had to visit ALL the staff in the room, and stand VERY close, with my shoulder against them, and RUB my head on thier hand untill they petted me!!
Then I was ready to follow Dad home!
I was all, "I sowwy about that, guys... thank you for making me feel better anyway."
The Vet told Dad, "no no, don't be upset, we just pushed her limits way too much today- everyone has limits!! I know how *I* would feel!!"
I was all, "Yah, but I still sowwy. Thank you for still loving me."
We went HOME.
I was pretty happy- we picked up Pa on the way, at the train station... and when we got HOME?
I GOT CANNED FOOD!!!
OH it is so GOOD!!
It is a mix, some of it is from "Taste of the Wild" just like my kibble... some of it is called "Evengers" and ALL it is, is canned MEAT! So Dad can add veggie shreds (shredded extra tiny! You so cute, Dad!) for my happy tummy...
So when Dad says, "It was such a LONG DAY!!"
I is going to laugh at him.
YOU think it was a long day???
All YOU had to do, was get calls from the Vet on my health and drugs and THINGS... *I* had to have that all DONE to me!!
How YOU feel, after getting all those tests, plus two teefies pulled??
HRMF.
I feel better now.
I gots the GOOD kind of Drugs, like they give me for my hips and knees when they hurt.
And CANNED food.
Wow.
Life, is maybe not so bad after all.