TO THE VET….. AGAIN
There seems to be one pet in my family that is always getting into trouble, or not doing things that they should be doing. There also seems to be one pet that either causes another pet to visit the vet’s, or maybe they are at the vet’s a little more than normal. This pet also needs to get a job to pay for these vet bills.
Tinky is just that pet. The last time I was at the vet’s was when Tinky gave Jonesy a “shiner”. This time it is Tinky who had the privilege of visiting the vet’s office. Nothing serious, just a little respiratory infection. Tinky made sure that her vet got a good little chunk of George Dubya’s gift to little ole’ me that economically stimulated his bank account.
I give Tinky a pepsid tablet twice a day to help her little upset tummy, as well as an antibiotic that is given to her in a syringe.
You would think Tinky would be more appreciative of the things I do for her. Nooooo….not Tinky. Every time she sees the medicine bottle or the syringe, she takes off down the hall….zzzzzzip! I don’t have the energy to run after her every time, so I just wait until she forgets about everything. Eventually she comes back, and when she does….Zzzaaap…I got her. She doesn’t know what hit her. Aaackk Aaackk…
She has made a complete recovery, is feeling great now, and is back to her bad self again. Now she is bugging me to take her to see this……….