“Hi folks, Iggy here! Getting over heartworms and tired of confinement? Just lie down in your crate and breathe really fast — you’ll be out of the crate and going on a car ride before you know it! Of course, it’s to an emergency vet, but what can ya do.”
What? You did that purposely?
“Huh? Oh… um… hi Karen!”
Don’t “hi” me. You faked that whole thing?
“Um… kind of.”
You scared the hell out of me!
“I went on a car ride! It was fun!”
Fun? At two in the morning?
“Any time is a good time for a car ride!”
No, Iggy, two in the morning is not a good time for a car ride when I have to be at work at eight.
“I didn’t have to be at work, though. It was fine.”
It was not fine, Iggy! I got a huge vet bill!
“It was totally worth it! Car ride!”
Ugh. It’s almost five now. I have to work in three hours. See that bed there? I’m crawling into it now, and I’m going to sleep. Lie down in your crate and nap.
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I’m guessing our little friend is alright. The furry ones sure can be naughty.
Yep, he’s absolutely fine. He just suffered a side effect of his Prednisone.
I’m so sorry that you had such a bad night full of sorrows, but I laughed so hard as I read the pee-line… I’m glad Iggy is ok, sometimes they give us nearly a heart attack… I always try to comfort me and my wallet with the mantra: but I love him anyway :o)
Yeah, he’s definitely worth it. Just don’t tell him I said that, or he’ll probably try it again. 😉
Oh Iggy you little tyke! If Mum is grumpy with you today due to lack of sleep… tis your own fault :p
Hugs, Carrie & Pups x
It actually balanced out nicely — Iggy dozed most of the day. 🙂
Good thing he slept most of the day – it is the least he could do to make up for adventure…SO happy to read that he’s ok.
Thanks! The vet thinks he’ll do fine; we just both have to get through this month without going nuts — or at least, more nuts than usual. 🙂