Yesterday I went to the vet again.
I am not a fan of going to the vet.
This time we took Ruby along (normally Lucy comes with me, because she is sweet and calm and grooms me after the trauma), so I have no idea why the slaves decided Ruby would be a good traveling companion.
The first thing Ruby did when we were popped into the carrier was start to eat the hay (we always get the good hay when we go in the carrier). She was stuffing her face and totally ignoring me when I told her we always need to sit and look sad when we are in the carrier - I don't think she could hear me over the sound of her manic munching.
When we arrived at the vet, I realised that our vet is very sneaky.
She always starts by saying nice things about me and stroking me, so I relax and think I like her.
And then the awful part starts.
Yesterday she wanted to look at my bottom and my belly, and my slaves just let her!
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse she bought out some clippers and shaved my bottom, and then rubbed ointment all over me and totally messed my fur up. I don't like having messy fur, and although she said I was still very handsome, I think she was probably lying.
Just when I had given up all hope of anything good coming from the whole experience, I heard her discussing my diet with the slaves.
Finally something wonderful was going to happen - I just knew that the vet was going to say to my slaves;
'Eddi looks like a guinea pig that has not eaten a blueberry in over a month. You must remedy this situation immediately, and I don't want to hear flimsy excuses about blueberries being out of season'.
I was so happy.
But instead the vet said that my diet was 'totally optimal for a guinea pig'.
Totally optimal?
Frankly I am stating to question whether our vet, is really a qualified vet at all.
Rest assured I will be taking a good hard look at her so called 'qualifications' hanging on the wall next time we visit.
Love Eddi
I am not a fan of going to the vet.
This time we took Ruby along (normally Lucy comes with me, because she is sweet and calm and grooms me after the trauma), so I have no idea why the slaves decided Ruby would be a good traveling companion.
The first thing Ruby did when we were popped into the carrier was start to eat the hay (we always get the good hay when we go in the carrier). She was stuffing her face and totally ignoring me when I told her we always need to sit and look sad when we are in the carrier - I don't think she could hear me over the sound of her manic munching.
When we arrived at the vet, I realised that our vet is very sneaky.
She always starts by saying nice things about me and stroking me, so I relax and think I like her.
And then the awful part starts.
Yesterday she wanted to look at my bottom and my belly, and my slaves just let her!
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse she bought out some clippers and shaved my bottom, and then rubbed ointment all over me and totally messed my fur up. I don't like having messy fur, and although she said I was still very handsome, I think she was probably lying.
Just when I had given up all hope of anything good coming from the whole experience, I heard her discussing my diet with the slaves.
Finally something wonderful was going to happen - I just knew that the vet was going to say to my slaves;
'Eddi looks like a guinea pig that has not eaten a blueberry in over a month. You must remedy this situation immediately, and I don't want to hear flimsy excuses about blueberries being out of season'.
I was so happy.
But instead the vet said that my diet was 'totally optimal for a guinea pig'.
Totally optimal?
Frankly I am stating to question whether our vet, is really a qualified vet at all.
Rest assured I will be taking a good hard look at her so called 'qualifications' hanging on the wall next time we visit.
Love Eddi
