As we mentioned yesterday, there were ominous signs that something was going on. Carriers had been on the floor for a few days. Then, our peaceful Caturday morning was interrupted by a snatch and grab!
Ashton: Not funny, peeps.
With our carriers seat belted securely, we were off for a Caturday morning drive.
There wasn’t a disembodied hand stuck in the carrier with Ashton. The door on top of the carrier allows the head peep to reach in to her on the ride. Ashton gets very stressed during drives, working herself up to panting excessively, so the head peep tries to reassure her.
All three of sang the song of our people the whole way. We’ve included a sample of it below, in case you want to sing along.
Pierre: Seriously? Is this necessary?
At the vet’s office, Ashton is a bit of celebrity because of her rescue story and their role in it. The head receptionist saw her and immediately started calling people out of the back to come see how big she has gotten since her rescue and early surgeries.
Once we were in a room, all Newton wanted was to get out of the carrier.
Newton: I’ll be good. I promise.
So the peeps let him out while they waited for the vet.
Newton: Is there anything edible up there? Because I could use breakfast. You have no idea how these people feed me.
Needless to say, Newton got his exam first. He might not be so eager to get out of the carrier next time.
Then it was Pierre’s turn.
Pierre: Guys, I’m healthy. Really, this isn’t necessary.
While the Dr K. was getting a fecal sample (how undignified!), he got distracted reading the head peep’s t-shirt. The vet tech pointed out that he could read it afterward. Pierre agreed completely.
Pierre: Are you finished? Because I am.
Ashton tried to throw off the scale by putting a paw down on the table.
It didn’t work. Everyone agreed that she would benefit from dropping a little weight. We’ll be working on that soon.
Her dirty ears turned out to be a yeast infection. Dr. K described putting ear drops in daily for a week. After the head peep’s laughter died down, everybody agreed that Ashton would come back in another week for another ear flush. It isn’t ideal, but Ashton barely tolerates basic handling at home, and we don’t want to traumatize her into becoming untouchable.
Ashton also got her nails clipped. You can see how the staff at the vet absolutely adores Ashton, even if she doesn’t exactly return the sentiment.
Ashton: Can we go home? I need to hide in the closet. Now.
With the exception of Ashton’s ears, everybody is healthy. Hopefully, Ashton will come out of the closet before she needs to go back to visit her admirers at the vet again. But for now, she’s going to spend her easy Sunday in her favorite spot in the closet, where there aren’t any scary strangers.