Speck made it fine through his teeth cleaning, except when I got there, they couldn’t get him out of the cage and I had to go in and retrieve him. He had already tried to bite everyone who was dealing with him and they had muzzled him. He’s getting pretty hard to live with in his old age, but he probably says the same thing about me.
His teeth are shiny white but they didn’t see anything that could be causing his nasal issues so the doctor is leaning towards a tumor in the sinus or nasal area. Not good!
He got his nails trimmed, rabies shot . . which we had missed because he had been so sick and I didn’t want to get it but with him being so quick to snap at everyone, including me, I figured getting the shot now was best.
He’s back to eating and drinking and aggravating the heck out of Rita, and she gives it right back.
It was funny . . when I got home with Speck, I put him down on the ground near the back door. We always go in and out the front door. As soon as I put him down, he went racing around to the front of the house. I didn’t have a clue where he was going and I figured he didn’t either . . he gets pretty confused sometimes. He went to the front door . . the door he’s used to going in and out. I didn’t have a key and I knew that door was locked so I had to go around to the back door and by the time I got back to the front door, he was scratching on the door . . like “LET ME IN!” He was ready to get back to his comfort zone!