We Live At The Vetz
This morning the human survived Buddy's total melt-down panic attack and managed to package him up for our trip to the vetz. He is so scared there. While we sat in the waiting room, he, of course, in his package, a beautiful black husky with a white nose and white eye makeup sniffed us in a very sweet and friendly way, although Buddy didn't think so. Later, in the exam room, he was exactly like a magnet, as flat as could be and absolutely glued to the table... He's home now, and, God willing, won't be back there for a while. And Banshee is breathing much better today, although, of course, she's still mad at me for taking her!
posted by Lizzy at 2:13 PM
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Poor Buddy. At least he's well-behaved, unlike ZBee, who has had his folder red-tagged anaconda the number of times he's attacked the doctor and the assistants! Not to mention yours truly, who remembers one particular attack drawing lots of blood, and when I asked for a paper towel to mop it up, the receptionist got all concerned and asked if "poor kitty" was OK. And when informed it was "poor kitty parent" doing the bleeding, seemed completely disinterested.
Hi, PoliticalCat - I have to admit, that night when I changed into my jammies, there was dried blood up and down both arms... And my sainted Strega was completely out of control, but only when we were actually at the vetz - she'd let me put her into her carrier, she'd be pretty cool in the car, but as soon as we'd get inside the clinic, she'd become utterly possessed - you could see it happen on her face - Strega gone, demon in. We had a technique of leaving her in the box - held down by 3 people with 4 quilts - while the doctor managed to give her her shots. She's be completely nuts, hissing and attacking the bars of the carrier, until we were back in the car. Then it was demon out, Strega back in...
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