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| Gus on the way to the V. E. T., "Hoomin, I'll get every one of your cords, you know that, right?" |
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| Charlie, "Hold on, did she call me fat?!?" |
So it's been a long day for our hoomin. First, he had to take us to the V. E. T. for our checkups and then ran off to Tampa for a meet-and-greet with TBHRR. To be honest, I can't even tell you how awful he smells of strange buns is because we don't talk to him now. Nope, no sir, we disapprove of checkups. Now, we are doing well, but still.
We got our nails trimmed, and one of the techs said I have something "weird" going on with the second toe from the outside on my left rear leg. Hm..., our hoomin looked at it and didn't notice anything strange other than the toenail being a little crooked. But, we'll keep an eye on it. I think the vet will get a follow-up call on M*nd*y.
And the murderizer was laughing at us when we came home - what a nice guy.
We'll keep you posted,
- Gus
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