My Name is Mud
My name is mud yet again.
It's because the furries were all due their vaccinations. Mum and I took the furry horde in 2 batches - 4 the first day, 3 the second day.
The vet was happy with the progress of Lily, Polly & Abby's diets. Slow weight loss but progress, he said, in the right direction.
Yay!
The furries however, weren't so delighted with their day out. Lacey and Evie wet themselves (poor little mites) and Evie and Lacey screamed the car down all the way to the vet. As in SCREAMED the car down. And you know, we had both of them in the 1st batch, so you can imagine the sound effects happening.
My shoulders were hunching up to my ears so much while I cowered over the steering wheel that by the time we got to the vet, I had a crick in my back for several hours after.
But the fun really started when we got home.
Polly growled at me every time I even looked at her. No swiping, no biting, but she was letting me know she WAS NOT HAPPY and I was a TRAITOR.
Evie and Lacey both had 24hrs being off post vaccinations. Neither ate tea, and Evie wouldn't get out of Mum's bed all night or all the next day, staying in a little huddled ball in the corner near the pillow and at times under the blanket. Evie stayed squirreled away on her little hammock under the backroom table.
Talk about feeling bad for the poor little things.
To top it off, Lacey has a bad tooth so now I've had to book her in to the vet tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned and possibly a tooth pulled.
To say my name will be mud with her again is putting it mildly. I may never live this down! *Cough* I was cowardly enough to book her in on my work day so Mum has to take her instead *Cough*
What? Don't look at me like that! At least I'm man (woman?) enough to admit I'm a coward! But after the fiasco of the vaccinations, I think I'm entitled to be!
It's because the furries were all due their vaccinations. Mum and I took the furry horde in 2 batches - 4 the first day, 3 the second day.
The vet was happy with the progress of Lily, Polly & Abby's diets. Slow weight loss but progress, he said, in the right direction.
Yay!
The furries however, weren't so delighted with their day out. Lacey and Evie wet themselves (poor little mites) and Evie and Lacey screamed the car down all the way to the vet. As in SCREAMED the car down. And you know, we had both of them in the 1st batch, so you can imagine the sound effects happening.
My shoulders were hunching up to my ears so much while I cowered over the steering wheel that by the time we got to the vet, I had a crick in my back for several hours after.
But the fun really started when we got home.
Polly growled at me every time I even looked at her. No swiping, no biting, but she was letting me know she WAS NOT HAPPY and I was a TRAITOR.
Evie and Lacey both had 24hrs being off post vaccinations. Neither ate tea, and Evie wouldn't get out of Mum's bed all night or all the next day, staying in a little huddled ball in the corner near the pillow and at times under the blanket. Evie stayed squirreled away on her little hammock under the backroom table.
Talk about feeling bad for the poor little things.
To top it off, Lacey has a bad tooth so now I've had to book her in to the vet tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned and possibly a tooth pulled.
To say my name will be mud with her again is putting it mildly. I may never live this down! *Cough* I was cowardly enough to book her in on my work day so Mum has to take her instead *Cough*
What? Don't look at me like that! At least I'm man (woman?) enough to admit I'm a coward! But after the fiasco of the vaccinations, I think I'm entitled to be!
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