Home safe, and sound as a bloody bell
Feb. 10th, 2012 04:28 pmMac requests and requires me to point out that his magnificent teeth were perfect, under all the nasty tartar: none missing, and no decay. He enquires meaningfully what all the fuss was about, and intends to resume his former habit of biting Barry from behind and me from any angle at any time.
Meantime, the nice vet has said he can have tuna, and he wants it now. (The vet actually said "little and often", but Mac didn't hear the "little". As it happens, I never eat tuna, so of course I have some, so. Tuna it is. At tea-time: I spoil in one direction only.)
[EtA: he has entirely stopped being cute & sleepy. He was bright & alert when I got there, sitting on top of his box and watching everything, informing all the dogs that he could take them, one at a time or all together. Now he's being outrageously demanding, and bothering Baz in the interstices.]
Meantime, the nice vet has said he can have tuna, and he wants it now. (The vet actually said "little and often", but Mac didn't hear the "little". As it happens, I never eat tuna, so of course I have some, so. Tuna it is. At tea-time: I spoil in one direction only.)
[EtA: he has entirely stopped being cute & sleepy. He was bright & alert when I got there, sitting on top of his box and watching everything, informing all the dogs that he could take them, one at a time or all together. Now he's being outrageously demanding, and bothering Baz in the interstices.]