Tie o’ the Day— our second holiday necktie of 2019— had to be covered in Christmas kitties, to match this morning’s Christmas mutts tie. I’ll have an announcement tomorrow about my wearin’ o’ the Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa neckwear. The vote between “to wear ’em all” or “not to wear ’em all” was surprisingly close. Stay tuned.
In this morning’s post, I told you Skitter was having her teeth cleaned at the vet’s at 7:30 AM. I further told you that the skittish Skitter can’t handle being at the vet’s unless she’s under anesthesia, or is otherwise unconscious. She shakes so ferociously the animal hospital nearly crumbles.
I also told you that the vet techs always say I can’t pick up The Skit until 3PM, cuz they wanna watch her recover for a few hours from whatever procedure she’s just had. But they always end up calling me to pick her up much earlier— because they cannot stand to see Skitter shiver in fear for that long. I told y’all I figured I would get a call from the vet to come retrieve her around noon. Guess what time I got the frantic call this morning? It’s a new scared-Skitter-at-the-vet record: 10:46 AM. I had Skitter home and being blatantly miffed at me by 11.
Skitter’s still not quite herself, and I imagine it will take until at least tomorrow before she forgives me for taking her to get her teeth cleaned (and one hideous fang pulled). She’s being kinda whimpery. But it’s really her own fault. If she’d brush her teeth and floss regularly, I wouldn’t have to make major doggie dental appointments for her a couple of times a year.
