I'm a leper!

Actually, I just have a cut or something (my homie missed it because she's a negligent owner but you already knew that—call the Humane Society already, somebody!) that got infected. Since I'll need to treat it with an anti-biotic, the vet had to shave off part of the beard that I've been lovingly growing out for a year! Can you see my sore here?



Bet you can here, ew!



In case you were wondering, the vet did not lose a finger or a limb while he was shaving my beard. I squirmed a little in the vet tech's arms, but was quiet and good about it. And you know what that means... rewards! The homie's praise is ok (I guess) but a new (and bigger!) Nylabone, a new squeaky toy, and a new bag of treats are way much better! Ok, so it was time to replace/buy new of all of those things, but whatever. I think I earned them.



Beer me a treat!



Even though this vet was a decent homunculus, I really miss my last vet and staff-homies! I never got scared when I went in there (unless a huge needle was being stuck into me or if my eyes were full of burning skunk juice), but I was a little out of sorts here.

BTW, my homie forgot the camera the last 2 times we went for a walk around the neighborhood. See what I put up with? Anyways, she'll get it right someday.

Someday.