But lets talk about me. I’m finally getting my dental on Monday. The peep is in a tizzy. She has to fast me overnight so that means isolate me in a room. There is always an outside chance that I will eat a mousie and ruin the timing. I won’t be easy though. I like my teefs where they are.
I’m also staying overnight at the vet. Peep not happy about that but this dental will be more extensive (and expensive) than my last one. Lots of extractions and x-rays.
Then they talked about a “cone.” My peep doesn’t like to cone any of us. Morgan had one for two days when she broke her leg. (Then she broke the peep and it came off.) Food flung everywhere, grumpy cat. She has never used one for a dental so I suspect that when I come home it will come off unless there is a very good reason. In my mind, there is no good reason. My peep is a soft touch.