Today was the day to take Chess to the vetty to find out how his former jewels are doing. As you can see mom dressed him up for the visit. I have absolutely no idea why Mom has the need to dress us up all the time, but what can I do? I was not at all bothered by the visit to the vet as I knew I was not getting probed.
All of our clothes are custom made by the fabulous Sharon Trylovich at
|Chess getting ready for the vetty|
|Checkers playing with his toy|
Look at the picture of that pretty Huskie behind Daddy.
I thought it was my job to watch the door for Dr. Andy - I was trying to protect the little guy!
|Checkers watching the doorI|
Sharon also makes our collars and leashes - she is totally pawsome!
Since Dr. Andy got past me it would not have been any fun if I hadn't been able to tease him from the chair. So, I was a good big brother doing my job of taunting him.
And, NO Tank, that is not my purse!
Dr. Andy came in and started a file on Chess. The little rat weighed a little over 10 pounds. I was shocked! He's so doggone skinny I figured he'd be about 8 pounds.
|Chess looking at Dr. Andy|
Chess gave mommy a pleading look to get him off the table.
|please get me out of here|
As you can see Chess was thoroughly humiliated by Dr. Andy. To make matters worse it seems that Chess is still very swollen and it looks and feels [yikes] like he still has a testicle. Apparently the sack has blood in it....or worse, he might have a hernia. If he has a hernia he will have to have surgery again! By now Mommy was about to stroke out! WHERE IS THE XANAX?
|really Dr. Andy - that's kind of personal|
As a treat, Daddy took the collar off of Chess for a little bit.
Chess found it much easier to eat and drink with out the collar. He never even looked up for a picture. He also cut the furs on his face, and took a warm wash cloth to wash his legs and face [mostly because he STINKS] but we don't have any pics of that because this was just making mommy even more stressed.
|Chess getting some grub|
He apparently doesn't have any manners because when he finished eating he wiped his mouth on the rug. Again, STRESS for Mom.
Mom figures it's 5:00 somewhere so she's checking the freezer for some iced Vodka to go with that Xanax!