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| Charlie, the best sight ever. |
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| Charlie tucks-out - another best sight ever. |
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| Gus - "I have him a few seconds." |
Bun morning, Everybun!
We're doing well, or better, I think. Anyway, we're doing, and that's better than not doing.
Monday trip to the v.e.t. turned out to be just the "regular" doctor-tech appointment. And Dr. Zellner concluded Charlie was doing well enough that we didn't need a proper, full-blown visit right away, with all the rituals and fanfare.
On the other paw, we got the OK to start a round of Trimeth-Sulfa if "the smell at home got bad."
And the dolt started the round. This morning we did dose number 9 out of 20. I reckon 10 days of 2 doses every 12 hours gives us 20 doses - so let's just count the doses. It's real simple, and the biped can use his digits to count.
We go on from med time to med time anyway. And out of the abundance of menace and perfidy, the biped scheduled the full visit for this upcoming Tudaday afternoon. Thump! Thump, because I keep going to those for "moral support," of course.
Welp, that's how the pencil snaps sometimes. We didn't do much arting this week either, so we'll try to make up for that. And loafing. We always have a ton of loafing to catch up on.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus
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