The vet wasn't very happy with me and I wasn't very happy with her! She scratched my ear for a blood sample, shaved me chest for a bigger blood sample and then put a catheter into my precious, if still very little, willie! It was most unpleasant and I protested as much as I could whilst they held me down.
Then the vet gave me a shot of antibiotics and put me on a course of strong tablets for a week. She suspects I might have caught leptospirosis, which can be very dangerous for little fellas like me. I think they were all very worried.....
But I'm a strong sort of chap and although I get tired more quickly and sleep a lot, I am lively in between again. I think I'm out of the danger zone and on the road to recovery. Certainly this evening I have had several 'mad moments' as they call it when I'm jumping about, trying to bite their ankles and generally being a nuisance!
I'm still a bit fussy about eating all my food, in fact I'm more interested in the stuff they give the cats but they insist to pull me away from their bowls. I'm so clever at finding the odd biscuit that one of the cats have spilled around their bowl outside. Kerstin thinks I might have a bit of bloodhound in me, I'm that good at sniffing things out, especially stuff I'm not supposed to have, like rotten apples, earth and mossy bits of grass.
They have given in to my demand of sleeping on the settee, even though I need a lift up as my legs aren't quite long enough yet to jump up myself....
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