Thursday, 2 October 2014
Yours truly got a call asking if I would go back as Bear would not play ball. His part of the days tests involved eating, sitting quietly and donating a couple of blood samples. What he was in fact doing was ignoring all attempts to feed him and turned his back on the V E T and helpers.
Bear acknowledged my arrival by barging past vetinary nurse and running into car park and hiding under Gerry. After coaxing him out and sitting with him listening to our favourite Pink Floyd track (Dogs, obviously) I ignored his please take me home eyes and spoon fed him a noxious mix of goo that contained a lot of lard. This apparently is what is required for liver test. As can be seen he wasn't keen but eventually he downed sufficient quantities for the test to start. He now had to wait two hours after being frog marched back to the slammer on the understanding that once those two hours were up he would be allowed back home as his anxiety was not doing him or the V E T any favours.
On the stroke of 2pm a blur of black white and tan shot out of the kennels, straight down the corridor and out into the October sunshine where yours truly steered him into the back of the Land Rover. Such was his haste that all witnessing the black flash mused whether or not he was actually poorly and that his cruciate ligament seems to be functioning quite well. We find out what the tests tell us in about a week. Paws crossed.
Posted by Tony at 21:23