|Not a happy camper.|
I've been forced to take medicine for the past two weeks. Today (just a few minutes ago) was the last dose. It was some liquid called, "Orbax," and I had to have 1.5 ml put in my mouth via a syringe twice a day. I lost a lot of trust in the lady, I can tell you that. It got so that if she even got up from her chair, I went and hid under the bed. If she looked at me, I ran away. She had to be very, very sneaky. I was the mouse in this little game, and I'm sorry to say that I got caught. Every day. For fourteen days.
She said she felt sorry for having to grab me, and I know that she was speaking the truth. Which is why I didn't bite her. Oh, I definitely would try to either run or wiggle away, but if she had a firm grip on me (okay, she sort of sat on me....[oh, the humiliation]) I would let her open my mouth (okay, I would clench my teeth as hard as I could, but she knew some sort of trick to open my mouth without hurting me), and then she gave me that medicine. It wasn't bad tasting, but I don't like being held down against my will. It was scary. She did praise me afterward ("You are SUCH a good boy, Mr. Black! I'm SO proud of you!")...I'm not some baby, but, I still appreciated the kind words. I did glare at her a lot (see photo above). And, I ignored her when she tried to talk to me.
|I'm ignoring you. Get it?!|
I am feeling much better. My urine output is normal. That "other" output is normal. I like my new food. So, things are looking up for me! No more medicine, la la la la la.