It feels like home to me
I've officially lost count of how many close shaves we've had. We've always suspected that Rocky's half cat. And now with this nine lives thing, I don't know... :)
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This is Rocky in his cage at the vet's. Yeah, we caught him in mid-bark. The vet told us that after we'd gone home from visiting him last night, he barked for two hours straight. So I'm eating my words about his diminished stamina.
Finally released into the wild. Or, in this case, the waiting room of the clinic. See that little ceramic dog by the side? Every single dog I've seen walk into the room has gone to pee on it/him. Hur hur.
In the car on the way home. It's just a five-minute ride, but he hates it anyway. Unfortunately, the other alternative is to take a half-hour walk home, which is not really an alternative.
Home sweet home! Where he belongs: in an air-con room, in front of the telly. And no more sleepless nights for me. Welcome home, babe.
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Last night, at the vet's, we noticed that his eyes were swollen. Voicing our concerns to the vet, she shook her head, and smiled with understanding: "It isn't that his eyes are swollen. His face has lost some muscle mass because he hasn't been eating, that's all."
He has since fattened (back) up, so he doesn't look like he's been punched in the eyes.
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His hind legs are still a little weak. But he doesn't care. He just tried to climb up my bed but took a small tumble.
Earlier at dinner, he jumped up and put his front paws on the chair, standing only on his hind legs; he was trying to get a whiff of the food. My mom and I took one look at him, turned to each other, and said in unison: "He's back."
He's back. And I cannot tell you how thankful we are. The mother of all close shaves, and he's back.
***
This is Rocky in his cage at the vet's. Yeah, we caught him in mid-bark. The vet told us that after we'd gone home from visiting him last night, he barked for two hours straight. So I'm eating my words about his diminished stamina.
Finally released into the wild. Or, in this case, the waiting room of the clinic. See that little ceramic dog by the side? Every single dog I've seen walk into the room has gone to pee on it/him. Hur hur.
In the car on the way home. It's just a five-minute ride, but he hates it anyway. Unfortunately, the other alternative is to take a half-hour walk home, which is not really an alternative.
Home sweet home! Where he belongs: in an air-con room, in front of the telly. And no more sleepless nights for me. Welcome home, babe.
***
Last night, at the vet's, we noticed that his eyes were swollen. Voicing our concerns to the vet, she shook her head, and smiled with understanding: "It isn't that his eyes are swollen. His face has lost some muscle mass because he hasn't been eating, that's all."
He has since fattened (back) up, so he doesn't look like he's been punched in the eyes.
***
His hind legs are still a little weak. But he doesn't care. He just tried to climb up my bed but took a small tumble.
Earlier at dinner, he jumped up and put his front paws on the chair, standing only on his hind legs; he was trying to get a whiff of the food. My mom and I took one look at him, turned to each other, and said in unison: "He's back."
He's back. And I cannot tell you how thankful we are. The mother of all close shaves, and he's back.
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