Well, Smudge still doesn't like me in case anyone was wondering.
But I found out she likes someone even less then me.
That would be the vet.
Smudge spent 12 out of 14 days getting poked at least once a day at the vet's office.
The first time, like so many before her, she tried to commit bunnicide by leaping off the table and trying to fly past my shoulder.
The second time, she leapt into my arms to get away from him.
But after I caught her, she wheeled around and bit my arm.
I think she bit the wrong person. I'm merely the cab driver. He's the one who keeps poking her.
It bears pointing out that when the top tech substituted for the vet, she did not bite me or try to commit bunnicide.
She got 12 days of a vitamin mixture. And had blood drawn. Needless to say there was a bit of stomping and hissy fits being thrown in the carrier.
The vitamins made her coat look softer and thicker.
And since her last bit of bloodwork in the spring, she's now moved into kidney disease stage. She has 50% of her function left.
She also just had her thyroid tested. She's "disgustingly healthy" as my vet says (considering). But he doesn't like how her fur looks.
So she's now gets to go to the vet's every 4 months for a checkup.
Lucky her.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
A SmudgyWudgy Update
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Give yourself some credit. You're not just the cab driver. You're also the wallet.
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