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graculusOh dear, the signs are all there...
E.T.A. - not a ferret injury/serious illness/impending death post!
A while back, poor Dougal had to take a trip to the vets because his anal glands were blocked. It's not pleasant, to say the least, though he suffered it with equanimity and an expression on his face as if to say 'why me?' when the vet did the business of squeezing. In fact, I think the vet suffered as much as Dougal did, if the way he jumped over to the window to fling it open was anything to go by... ;)
After that, going back to reception to pay was like one of those cartoons with a skunk, where a little black cloud of pong floats overhead. By this point, since he was already feeling much better, Dougal was attempting to chew his way out of the carrier, though all you could see through the gaps was teeth. I saw the questioning expression on people's faces as they wondered what kind of creature I had in there!
This time round, it's Remus, and this is Bad. Capital letter well deserved. Because Remus is the evil biting weasel of doom, who will exact his bloody revenge on me (and the vet as well, probably, if he's within biting range) for even daring such ignominies.
Times like this I'm wishing Petrificus Totalis really worked! :P
E.T.A. - not a ferret injury/serious illness/impending death post!
A while back, poor Dougal had to take a trip to the vets because his anal glands were blocked. It's not pleasant, to say the least, though he suffered it with equanimity and an expression on his face as if to say 'why me?' when the vet did the business of squeezing. In fact, I think the vet suffered as much as Dougal did, if the way he jumped over to the window to fling it open was anything to go by... ;)
After that, going back to reception to pay was like one of those cartoons with a skunk, where a little black cloud of pong floats overhead. By this point, since he was already feeling much better, Dougal was attempting to chew his way out of the carrier, though all you could see through the gaps was teeth. I saw the questioning expression on people's faces as they wondered what kind of creature I had in there!
This time round, it's Remus, and this is Bad. Capital letter well deserved. Because Remus is the evil biting weasel of doom, who will exact his bloody revenge on me (and the vet as well, probably, if he's within biting range) for even daring such ignominies.
Times like this I'm wishing Petrificus Totalis really worked! :P
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Date: 2004-10-23 05:17 pm (UTC)Can't the vet give him the ferret equivalent of valium / wacky baccy? I know anasthetics on small animals are dodgy, but the cats used to have tranq pills for long journeys that made them all sluggish and tractable without knocking them out.
Either that, or it's time for a teeny weeny muzzle. Tin thimble maybe?
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Date: 2004-10-23 11:02 pm (UTC)And HUGS to you.
Gina