Hello Woofers!
Daisy, Miss Wendy and Eric de Ferret here!
Now, you will be pleased to hear that I survived a visit to the vets!
I got lifted onto the table and got pulled and pushed and poked and even my heart got monitored for rumbles!
I was given two options, the first was to knock me out and the wart removed but because I'm over twelve years old the vet couldn't guarantee that I would wake up after the operation!
The next option was to rub some stuff which is mostly Fusidic acid that will slowly rot away the wart.
No mention of freezing it!
Old Two Legs reckoned that I have a few years ahead of me and opted for the acid treatment!
Now, this acid stuff I'm not allowed to eat or lick and OTL has to wear rubber gloves when he is administering it or it may rot his fingers off!
Not only that, but I've got to wear a plastic collar to stop me from getting at the wart!
I must admit, I'm having problems with the collar.
I decided that it was going to cause my problems, especially when I want to have a sniff!
Let's face it, what is the point of sniffing if you then are likely to trip over your paws!
I still can't see my paws but I know they are there, somewhere!
It's even worse when you try to have a snooze, you just naturally roll onto the side where the wart is and then get OTL telling me to 'Roll Over'!
Just you try rolling over with a plastic collar around your neck!
To add to that, it has been grey all day and I must admit when I got down the sea front, I just couldn't see the sea!
Yo maties. Glad to hear you survived the trip to the vets Daisy. I must say I don't fancy having that stuff rubbed on me if it means wearing one of them bottomless buckets, I stick with me warts cos they're not really causing me a problem. I'm on steroids to stop me getting itchy and to stop my tum from playing up which neither do nowdays so I'm on a very, very tiny dose every few days just to keep me from any problems, you should see my mum trying to cut the tiny tablets into even tinier pieces, mind if Holly was about she might tell you about all the bodybuilders wot takes steroids and grow huge great big muscles and lots of hair on their chins and chests, mind it don't seem to grow any on their heads, then they get all sort of grumpy and go starting fights with other people. Now, this doesn't seem to happen to us woofers on account of we've got much more sense than these sporting types wot likes to cheat. Now I reckon Holly chops would tell you to take the tablets, have the stuff put on, wear the bucket and make sure OTL's fingers don't rot and drop off or he'll have trouble getting the chicken strips out the bag. Nice pictures today but you need to lift your head up a bit higher so I can see your face. Now, when you got to bed that bucket can get you a bit more room on the bed, you have to "accidently" nudge Mrs TM and OTL with it and then they'll move out of your way so actually, it's not such a bad thing after all. I've been watching my mum trying to do some diy but she's given up for now on account of she can't get the old blind down to put the new blind up. It's quite funny watching but ooooohhhh the air is blue with the french here. Take care and stay safe all. Love, licks and sniffs from little Arch and the others. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ReplyDeleteGood news it’s only warts - but a bit of a nuisance on the treatment front!!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Sarn xxx