Well, we’re home.
I received a couple vaccinations, aspiration of a cyst around my microchip, nails trimmed, and the requested anal expression. I cringed when Mom said yes to the latter, but I knew it was happening, before I left home. I was good, didn’t cry one time.
George, well George W pitched a fit when he realized the kennel in our living room was no accident. He tried to run, mama grabbed his tail, a scuffle ensued. Someone was bleeding when all was said and done. Mama’s fine.
George was cool as a cucumber, on the exam table, snuggling up to me. I let him, as I was a little nervous too. The freaky cat has a weird iris. We’re both weird today, cyst, iris gone wild, expressive anal glands.
George took his injections like a man-cat, and then he promptly dropped a deuce on the exam table. He was mortified. He tried to tell mom he needed to potty, before being stuffed in the kennel like sausage in a casing. She didn’t listen, which was a good thing. If he’d escaped, we wouldn’t see him again until bedtime.
Mom also learned how to drop him in the kennel like she’s loading a cannon. No need for bloodshed.
Send treats. Mom needs a treat too, ‘cause she’s a good girl. Aww, who’s a good girl. Snicker...
Y’all enjoy your evening.
xoxo
Maggie Rose the Schnauzer 🐾
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