update of Part 2: Update About Finding A New Vet :)
Pitter was s'posed to see his new vet today, but it had to be rescheduled for tomorrow.
Turns out that it's a good thing. He was feeling pretty good today and said
"Hey Meom, wanna see my butt?" and stuck it in my face before i could answer.
WAIT A SECOND! OMFG. Is that a little white rice looking thing?!
"C'mere Pitter, I wanna look again - cuz your butt is just sooooo cute!" He didn't fall for it.
"NO Meom! I don't trust you to just take a nice, long gaze at my butt and not do something to it! Gotta go, talk later."
Hmmm. I was prob'ly just seeing things. Right? How could he possibly have tape worms?!
SERIOUSLY - how could he? P+P don't go outside. They don't have any contact with other animals . . . except . . . the mouse he had in his mouth . . . but c'mon! That was 1.5 year ago! Is that possible??
I asked my good friend Google, about it.
Well POOP! Could that be what his problem is?!?
SO glad his appt was put off til tomorrow.
Stay tuned for the seemingly never-ending saga of Pitter and his tummy.
Please send nice poopy thoughts to him tonight!
I plan on whispering in his ear after he falls asleep:
"Pitttterrrr, poop Pitter - POOP! You know you want to . . . "
[Funny how with my animals over the years [and years,] sooner or later, I end up praying for a nice big poop.]
Pitter was s'posed to see his new vet today, but it had to be rescheduled for tomorrow.
Turns out that it's a good thing. He was feeling pretty good today and said
"Hey Meom, wanna see my butt?" and stuck it in my face before i could answer.
WAIT A SECOND! OMFG. Is that a little white rice looking thing?!
"C'mere Pitter, I wanna look again - cuz your butt is just sooooo cute!" He didn't fall for it.
"NO Meom! I don't trust you to just take a nice, long gaze at my butt and not do something to it! Gotta go, talk later."
Hmmm. I was prob'ly just seeing things. Right? How could he possibly have tape worms?!
SERIOUSLY - how could he? P+P don't go outside. They don't have any contact with other animals . . . except . . . the mouse he had in his mouth . . . but c'mon! That was 1.5 year ago! Is that possible??
I asked my good friend Google, about it.
Well POOP! Could that be what his problem is?!?
SO glad his appt was put off til tomorrow.
Stay tuned for the seemingly never-ending saga of Pitter and his tummy.
Please send nice poopy thoughts to him tonight!
I plan on whispering in his ear after he falls asleep:
"Pitttterrrr, poop Pitter - POOP! You know you want to . . . "
[Funny how with my animals over the years [and years,] sooner or later, I end up praying for a nice big poop.]