You bet I went to another vet

In yesterday’s voting poll regarding what I was at the vet’s office with, the “eye again” and “ear for a change” options were clearly in the lead. I’ll reveal right now that one of these answers is correct. And if you want to know which one, continue reading.

As revenge for the burnt blueberry yumminess, I chose something particularly insidious and proven over the years. The dust and dirt I was lightly scrubbing in outside may have helped a bit. Gently at first, and then I stuck my whole head in there. Afterwards I was bathed and all the folds and unreachable places were carefully cleaned, including my eyes, ears, paws and armpits. Excessive hygiene, I thought to myself as I ran fresh as a flower from the bathroom, to avoid Hydra hitting me with what I call the “last rites,” the scented mist that the girl always sprays on me as the final touch to this whole annoying procedure.

I escaped and all the fragrance, or rather the smell, was caught by the towel. Then, when I ran to shake the leftover cleaning water out of my ears into the basket with the laundry, I got hit by the smelly and wet towel. The only thing that made me happy was that the girl then had to wash the top layer of laundry again.

A few hours later I started rubbing my face on the carpet, which is something bipeds don’t like to see because of my eye, and they always chase me away. This time, though, I wasn’t scrubbing to provoke them, but because my ear was itching. And it was getting progressively worse. The all-seeing Hydra noticed, obviously, and I had to go under the lamp and get a cotton swab to clean it, as she felt I had water residue left in there. So they drained the remaining water out of my ear with a cotton swab, I got some treats and fell asleep like a log.

After a while a terrible itching woke me from my dreams. I was shaking my head like I was on a merry-go-round, but it didn’t help. So I went under the lamp again – and again the water, again we wiped it with a cotton swab and they said that hopefully that was all. It wasn’t!

I shook my head several times during the night and when the bipeds shone in my ear in the morning and my ear looked like a tunnel where fried cheese had exploded, we called the vet immediately.

Luckily they took us in that same day, I guess they have some idea what a family favorite I am. I was given antibiotics for my ear, the girl got the procedure – how to take care of a patient and Traitor got the bill as always. I picked up two bags of treats as pain meds (I’m not going to wait for home-baked for completely objective reasons) and I’m going for a check-up in a week. Until then, I intend to enjoy the luxuries and status of a recovering patient to the fullest.

So, whoever guessed EAR – you got a treat 🙂