This is the third and final installment of the story of my recent trip to the vet at Texas A&M.
There aren’t any photos of me in the car on the way home from the vet. That is because I was miserable. I stood behind Rick’s seat the whole drive. I didn’t eep. I didn’t want anything to eat. I didn’t try to crawl on Rick’s lap. I didn’t watch out the rear window to make sure Sheldon was following. I didn’t do anything. When we got home I continued to stand and not do anything. Melly says Dr. Hoppes gave me a shot of pain medication before I woke up. Either that wasn’t very strong or my pain would have been even worse.
The next day was Saturday and Melly stayed with me the whole time. I still wouldn’t eat. I spent most of the day walking between my two poop bowls and sitting in the water trying to see if it would make me feel better. Dr. Hoppes told Melly to keep me out of the water but I’m glad she didn’t try to keep me away from my poop bowls. She cleaned them out several times during the day even though I didn’t poop in them.
They didn’t let me go outside all day Saturday. On Sunday they let me go outside but something terrible had happened!
Melly put up a fence so I can’t get to my pond!
Melly put up a stupid orange plastic fence before that didn’t pose any real problems, but this metal fence has me completely stymied! I cannot get through. Ever since that fateful day, I have not been able to get into my pond. I so miss the warm muck sliding over the webbing between my toes. Instead I have to make due wit the pool, and they didn’t let me in that until Tuesday!
I have been making the most of my pool and the pampering people have been giving me since my operation. These photos weren’t all taken on the same day but they should give you an idea of what my life has been like.
You can’t blame a capybara for being hungry and I really don’t get why Melly thinks birdseed isn’t a good snack for me. I know it is because I’ve had it before and it is delicious with a nice crunchy flavor. Why did she try to keep it from me by putting it on this table? She’s really not thinking because I’m sure this isn’t good for my stitches.
Oh, and Napoleon, my lump, is doing very well. Melly says he is not getting any bigger so I can probably keep him forever.