You guys all know that I love to go to the V-E-T. There are so many pretty vet techs to flirt with, a lot of interesting smells, and lots of attention for ME. Well, I was looking in the phone book the other day and realized just how many V-E-Ts there are in this town - and I had been to hardly ANY of them.
Sure, I go see my buddies at my regular vet at least twice a year, plus a few more times for boarding. And I did have that big adventure to the animal ER back in July. Oh, and I got to visit my V-E-T's father, who is also a V-E-T, that Saturday a few months back when I ate a whole bottle of fish oil capsules. But still! Imagine how many vet techs I have not yet flirted with!
Clearly, I needed to come up with a plan. So last Thursday evening, while Mom was vacuuming, I decided to go into convulsions. It worked! Mom scooped me up and took me to the car and went zooming out of our subdivision and across the street to another V-E-T, who is open until midnight. And they gave me lots of attention and some neurological tests and x-rays and stole some of my blood. They said that it didn't seem like I'd gotten into something toxic (my bloods were pretty much normal) and I wasn't showing any signs of having inflammation around my brain, but to be safe they treated me for both, keeping me overnight to give me fluids before sending me home with some steroids.
OMDOG it was such an adventure and I had so much fun but my Mom was maybe not having so much fun?!? And she has been talking on the phone lots with both V-E-Ts and they have been saying stuff about maybe a seize-her disorder?!? I don't know what that is about but I do know that MOM has said I am not ALLOWED to have any more emergencies and that she is onto my PLAN and I am going to have to get a J-O-B to start paying these BILLS. Sheesh, she is just no FUN!