I am glad to report that Hilde is feeling a lot better; thank goodness!
I heard mom tell Hilde this morning that if she threw up this morning that she was going to take her to see our doctor. Well, it’s the afternoon now, and Hilde hasn’t thrown up. So, I guess Hilde lucked out.
I also heard mom tell dad that Wooly has to go back to the vet pretty soon to get his thyroid checked again. He’s on medication because it’s out of whack; I guess he’ll be on it forever and ever. As long as it helps him with his weight, I guess I’m okay with it. He doesn’t like medicine, though. Mom has to hide it in peanut butter and fool him into taking it. I, on the other hand, don’t mind taking medicine when I have to. I take my Interceptor pill every month (just like all the others), and I just chew it up unlike the others who have to have it put into peanut butter or bread or something else. It doesn’t taste bad, so I don’t know why the others put up such a fight about it.
Wait, maybe they’re smarter than I give them credit for. They get peanut butter or bread or something else while I just chew up the pill. I ask you–is that smart?