Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Going to the Vet
Mom made special arrangements to get me into our vet and see if my teeth need trimming, but it has to be done all in one day so she's home to give Castor all his pills. Dad tries really hard to give Castor the pills but it doesn't work well.
So Mom and I are in the car right now. She says it's three hours one way to the place called "the competent rabbit vet" and then if I need my teeth trimmed she has to wait until I'm out of surgery and awake before we can come home.
The funny part is all these arrangements got made and I ate all my food for the next three nights. Mom isn't amused but I really need my teeth checked every six months anyway. And she says it's better to find out now when I feel ok than after I start really hurting and not eating for days.