Mooshu's coming home today! After seven days at the vet's, with x-rays and ultrasounds and multiple blood tests to figure out what was going on, he's finally back to feeling better enough that the doc feels if we bring him home, it'll be the last step to recovery.
Basically, he had two giant hairballs causing, not quite blockage, but definite irritation and contributing to the massive build-up of gas. Even after he got rid of the hairballs, his bowels were massively irritated and he had an elevated white blood cell count.
I've been to see him the last few days and he's definitely doing much better—yesterday, to the point where he desperately wanted to blow the vet-- kept standing by the door with this expression of "Ready to go now, kthnxbai," on his face.
Barb, that's awesome! And of all the things it could be, a really super fixable thing.
I'm a little concerned about his relationship with the vet, though.
oh ... and for my Bitches (courtesy of Smart Bitches), some eye candy.
The time for
too much candy
is now.
Aims, goodonya for not allowing your uncle to bully you. He has no right to expect you to cave so he doesn't have to face the consequences to his own actions.
The time for too much candy is now.
I can't see the video at work, but I so love Cindy.
Okay, that eye candy video made me spit on my screen. But I do worry about the firefighters not being protected enough.
The time for too much candy is now.
You plan to nibble them off my neck? (If I had any one - or, sigh, MORE - of them around my neck, do you think I'd let anyone on this board NEAR them? at least, until I'd finished with them ....)
I'm currently sitting in the car park of the Melbourne Museum. We got up early to put Wallybee's parents on a plane to visit Cairns, and Wallybee has a training course. I thought I'd take Ryan to the Museum, or maybe the park next door. But he's decided to fall asleep, and as long as that's the case I think we're both pretty happy right here.
