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!
