A Quickie Stray Tail~
Gotta be quick - Dad wants to go to the drug store, like Now!
No poopie again last nite, and he doesn't even pee very much! Dad took him out twice after he Hoovered his krunchies and marched him around the front yard for 30 minutes each time. He just kept lookin' up at Dad with his "aren't we cold enough to go IN?" look and trotted along. Nothin' unner the bed (he got to sleep in our bunkroom 'cause Dad said he didn't act like he was gonna go). Darn good thing he didn't, too! Dad's positive he hasn't cleaned up after himself (ugh-yucK!) at least since yesterday morning when he got put on poop-watch and isn't allowed to run with me, only Dad.
Dad just talked to the White Coat's nurse who said "Doc said...". Short story is don't sweat it till Monday, but if it makes Dad happy dose him with a tablespoon of mineral oil twice a day to grease up his chute. Dad got smart (after he hung up the phone) and wondered why White Coats never learn how to talk on a phone at Vet school - they allways have that nurse person to act as interpreter even when you can hear the White Coat standin' beside her???
We're headed for the mineral oil store; the Plugged-Up Stray is gonna stay here at the shop tied to the table. Dad's even gonna bring back inside the stinky box (from Toosdays poopie) to encourage him. Got it covered two ways; if he's people-shy - we're gone; if he needs a familiar place - the parts box is his now.
Dad says "QUIT!" so gotta run... /s/ Cinder
I'll re-read the name ideas when we're back.