I’m writing this update myself because I am not so sick anymore. When my teeth were really hurting, I had some trouble controlling Melly’s feeble mind because I could not focus. That meant she wrote the blog posts herself, which was a disaster.
The bad thing about feeling better is that I am now expected to do more things. For example, on Thanksgiving, Melly and Rick took me for a walk at a local high school. On THANKSGIVING! Isn’t that supposed to be a holiday? Where was the holiday for me?
Me walking with Rick
I like to stay very, very close to Rick when we are out for a walk. Melly keeps saying I am going to give him a flat tire. This is dumb because I am not even close to the tires on his walker and I think they are solid rubber anyway.
Normally I blame Melly for all the bad stuff that happens to me but I think I have to put the blame for ruining Thanksgiving squarely on Rick’s shoulders. He keeps saying that I have to go places that aren’t as scary as going to the vet so that I won’t be scared later. Well, let me tell you something! Everyplace that is not home is scary. Going in the car is scary. You never know where you will end up. And he’s let the cat out of the bag (that’s a saying Mellys uses even though I’ve never even seen Flopsy in a bag) on that whole vet thing. I know I have to go back.
One good thing about being sick is that I get all kinds of delicious foods whenever I want. One bad thing about being sick is that I have to take medicine twice per day. Melly mixes it with yogurt and puts it in a syringe. Then she chases after me until she corners me someplace. Then she sticks that syringe in my mouth and squirts that awful medicine down my cute little capy throat. Sometimes I threaten to bite her when she does that but so far it’s only been threats.
This medicine thing has been going on for awhile and it looks like it will go on awhile longer. Dr. Hoppes, who is nice enough for a vet but still a vet, is gone to Peru for a month. Melly says I don’t have to go back to get my teeth seen by the dentist until Dr. Hoppes gets back, if I can wait that long. I am sure going to try! I am going to try to wait FOREVER! But it is possible that my teeth will grow points again and start to hurt me before Dr. Hoppes gets back. That would mean I would have to go see the dentist by myself with no Dr. Hoppes to tell him how special I am.
Melly says that if I am a good capybara and take my medicine that maybe the infection in my teeth will go away and I won’t have to have any teeth pulled. I don’t want my teeth pulled! I am pretty sure that would hurt a lot. For a long time. And make it hard to eat. And I’d have to go back to the dentist all the time to have my teeth filed. So I am crossing my paws that the medicine works. If all of my friends cross their paws and we all close our eyes really tight, maybe this whole thing will go away.