Moving Right Along: Snickerspants Part 6
- AldenM1
- Supporter in '21
Yes! Everybody made it! The runty one actually ended up doing better than his second-smallest brother, who never figured out how to nurse. That second-smallest dude is now a foster failure who will permanently stay where he is. The others all have good homes!
They weren't at my house, so I didn't have lots of photographing ability. Blame STF!! :P
They weren't at my house, so I didn't have lots of photographing ability. Blame STF!! :P
I would love to be able to upload pictures from my phone straight to GL, but I am not wise in the ways of Flickr or these forums. Ravelry has spoiled me. How do I do what you do?
- AldenM1
- Supporter in '21
Today is a special day. It is the Anniversary of the Final Transference of the Residence of Albert Butterbean the First and Only.
Oh, and Cookie too.
In other very exciting news, last night I discovered a cyst the size of a large marble on the left haunch belonging to Miss Victoria Whiskers -- who, you will remember, is STILL not quite sure she likes me. The cyst was perfectly round and moved freely under the skin, so I was pretty sure I knew what it was, and planned to call for an appointment first thing this morning. But SlaveToFuzzy said "Just lance it yourself. You've seen Dr. A do it, right?" And as the fates would have it, JUST YESTERDAY I took possession of a handful of actual needle-syringes, thanks to how my puppy (not even two!) has developed an incurable disease and needs monthly shots, which I learned how to do yesterday. So I decided it was a sign. I took the needle off one of the syringes and cleaned everything and carefully stuck VickieWhiskers about ten times because it turns out this is actually harder than it seems. Finally I seemed to hit the correct spot and things started to happen. But it took over 20 minutes to completely drain the thing.
Miss Vickie made it 15 minutes before she projectile-peed at me. I figure that's fair.
I'm not sure whether the whole process was more traumatic to me or to VW.
"Hold me."
SlaveToFuzzy cheerfully responded to my update after the harrowing process was over with "I'm sure she really hates you now."
"Pretty much, yeah."
Oh, and Cookie too.
In other very exciting news, last night I discovered a cyst the size of a large marble on the left haunch belonging to Miss Victoria Whiskers -- who, you will remember, is STILL not quite sure she likes me. The cyst was perfectly round and moved freely under the skin, so I was pretty sure I knew what it was, and planned to call for an appointment first thing this morning. But SlaveToFuzzy said "Just lance it yourself. You've seen Dr. A do it, right?" And as the fates would have it, JUST YESTERDAY I took possession of a handful of actual needle-syringes, thanks to how my puppy (not even two!) has developed an incurable disease and needs monthly shots, which I learned how to do yesterday. So I decided it was a sign. I took the needle off one of the syringes and cleaned everything and carefully stuck VickieWhiskers about ten times because it turns out this is actually harder than it seems. Finally I seemed to hit the correct spot and things started to happen. But it took over 20 minutes to completely drain the thing.
Miss Vickie made it 15 minutes before she projectile-peed at me. I figure that's fair.
I'm not sure whether the whole process was more traumatic to me or to VW.
"Hold me."
SlaveToFuzzy cheerfully responded to my update after the harrowing process was over with "I'm sure she really hates you now."
"Pretty much, yeah."