Okay, well, back in my realm, otherwise known as the floor. They'd been confiscated when I came home all groggy a while back. But we had another (another!) trip to the vet this afternoon, and when I came home we got our toys back! I'm having fun keeping them away from The Boy already.
I heard something else about "two weeks," and judging from the warning I got from the heeler in Houston last time, I'm pretty much Eee Ex Pee Eee See Tee-ing to have to go back. (Yes, more spelling. They still don't know that I know, but I know! I do.)
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2 comments:
Oh no!! Your teeth must be as breakable as mine! Do you like to chew rocks, chains, and metal bowls, too? Are you sure you aren't part heeler?
Amie
Actually, I don't think it's my teeth this time. I also heard something about "liver" and "bile acid test," so my guess is that it will involve getting poked with a needle.
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