He might not have learnt his lesson, I certainly have.
He has been at the vets a lot, hasn't he! When I went in with him this morning the nurse found it deeply amusing to see him - before she learnt how bad raisins are! (Even the vet didn't think it was that big of a deal, until she rang the toxins helpline. Suddenly they all moved a lot faster.) He's been there - *counts* - Monday for the neutering, Wednesday for a wound check, Thursday to get some steroid cream, and again later on that day to get a collar that fit better... I promised them as I left then that they wouldn't see us until tmrw, which is when his stitches are supposed to come out, but... no.
It's not a complete coincidence, though. He hasn't been getting as much exercise as usual, because he's not allowed to run for fear of his stomach muscles failing to knit properly. So, he's got crazy energy, and when he's energetic he's destructive...
I feel a little better - I don't think I can maintain that level of stressed-out-fear for more than a few hours at a time. I'm gonna cook, and then R is picking me up at 1630 for the evening's entertainment. I'll call the vets later on and get an update, but I'm sure they'd call me if anything changed.
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Date: 2009-01-14 02:49 pm (UTC)He has been at the vets a lot, hasn't he! When I went in with him this morning the nurse found it deeply amusing to see him - before she learnt how bad raisins are! (Even the vet didn't think it was that big of a deal, until she rang the toxins helpline. Suddenly they all moved a lot faster.) He's been there - *counts* - Monday for the neutering, Wednesday for a wound check, Thursday to get some steroid cream, and again later on that day to get a collar that fit better... I promised them as I left then that they wouldn't see us until tmrw, which is when his stitches are supposed to come out, but... no.
It's not a complete coincidence, though. He hasn't been getting as much exercise as usual, because he's not allowed to run for fear of his stomach muscles failing to knit properly. So, he's got crazy energy, and when he's energetic he's destructive...
I feel a little better - I don't think I can maintain that level of stressed-out-fear for more than a few hours at a time. I'm gonna cook, and then R is picking me up at 1630 for the evening's entertainment. I'll call the vets later on and get an update, but I'm sure they'd call me if anything changed.
I do still have the shakes, though!