Sorrell
If you're a bird, I'm a bird
I swear, Carly is going to be the death of me. Tonight, I am sitting here in the office and I hear a loud commotion in the yard, then Kaiser comes and barks at the window so I head out, no Carly. Put my shoes on and go out and find her...she has a huge gash on her back leg, cut down to the bone. So I met my vet at the clinic (it was 8 PM). He had to put her under to repair it, so she'll be staying the night. I know she'll be fine, but I worry.
She thought she was so tough at the vet too, I had to hold her by the cheeks for him to even get a look at it because she wanted to bite him so bad after his intial touch of the wound. Anyway, after I let go of her face, he pointed at the leg while he was talking and she tried to bite him again, when I went to grab her face I caught the teeth. Not a good time. Poor girl, she's already spazzed out from her last adventure and now this. She's not having a good month...
She thought she was so tough at the vet too, I had to hold her by the cheeks for him to even get a look at it because she wanted to bite him so bad after his intial touch of the wound. Anyway, after I let go of her face, he pointed at the leg while he was talking and she tried to bite him again, when I went to grab her face I caught the teeth. Not a good time. Poor girl, she's already spazzed out from her last adventure and now this. She's not having a good month...