Mom thought my, ahem....er...certain glands were in need of being expressed. So she made a call to see if there were v-e-t hours and what they were. Dang if they weren't right when mom and other favorite brovver were ready to roll! So he went to get the PTU while mom scooped me up. That was her third attempt to get me. I skidded away the first two. I KNEW something was up. I trusted her and came over to her chair whereupon brovver said "I have her PTU. "Scoop up the Pot Roast" was announced, Mom did. I had to be carried off into the extremely wind driven rain. Sideways rain it was so hard I was drenched in my PTU! what with the wind.
Got there, asked for a potty patch (sanitary clip) and got one..and an anal gland expression. I was told I was OK with the glands. As it turns out, I had some you-know-what was caught in my tail feathers, and that odor was what mom kept noticing along with a few marks on the kitchen floor that looked oily near the box. Se made an assumption. So the patch was made, an expression was done just in case even though there was no actual need this time...and I got me some more probiotics too. AND I had the company of OFB...Other Favorite Brovver, who carried me. Mom said I feel like a load of bricks so she was glad not to have to carry me this time. I hissed at her pretty well as she approached to pay for my visit. Punished her when we got back too by skittishness. But we're friends again.
|Relaxing after that awful v-e-t visit|