Gracie here. The peep haz a sads. She picked up a new medicine for my barfing and I won’t take it. It’s compounded to taste good and smells like vanilla but I’m not having any of it. Smells like a house freshener. How can you eat something like that? I can’t be pilled either. Not without a bloody battle. I continue to barf.
I’m hearing talk of “second opinion.” Don’t know what that means but she’s been on the line with Dr. Google to do her research. If the portal to hell comes out, I’ll know there’s another vet trip. I’m practicing my vocals so I can serenade her. I’ll start with my usual Carmen but move onto something from Cats or maybe Le Miz!
The only good news is that the vet said to hold off on the dental until the other issues are resolved. Yay!
Have a great weekend!