Oh Georgie, you sure know how to milk it. He looked so sad and Mummy held him all afternoon.
We took George to the vet yesterday morning to have his teeth cleaned. He’s afraid of the vet at most times so I went along to keep him company.But he didn’t seem nervous at all this time. Maybe it’s because he remembered that I was there for the same dental procedure last week and he kept hearing how fab that my breath doesn’t smell fishy any more. And he had also heard Mummy telling the whole world that he has a bed spell “halitosis” cast on him, and this is the place to be rid of that bad “spell” or “smell” – LOL!
The same nurse who saw me last week came out to check him in for the dental procedure. George was delighted to meet her. He couldn’t wait to tell her all about himself.George: Mummy, I like her. I think I will be in good hands.
I’m ready, let’s do it! Let’s get rid of this bad “spell.”See you later, guys! And off he bravely went.See you later, Receptionist Nurse!
Byeeeee! Well, that was extraordinary behaviour, George! And there we were all worried about you. Mummy and I went off for a walk in the park before coming back to pick up George. He came around very quickly.
When we got home – he didn’t want to go up the stairs. Mummy carried him up. And for the rest of the day, he slept, and he whimpered a little.And every time he did, Mummy cuddled him. Poor Georgie. Maybe. There’s another side of the story he wasn’t telling us.
The nurse told us that after we left him, he wasn’t frightened in any way. He just let them do anything – shaved a bit off his leg, took bloods. They thought he was the best! He loved all the attention.
So little George, I think he knows how to milk it with Mummy. He knows that when he acts frightened or whimpers, Mummy will want to scoop him up in her arms. She’s been cuddling him all afternoon.
May’s comment: OK. He had me wrapped around his little paws. He was not his usual self, of course. Not a whimper from him when in the car – to the point that I was getting a bit worried. Awfully sweet that Darcy who usually sits on one end and George the other in the back seat, walked over and sat next to him. She does love him after all. 🙂
He was walking fine but he didn’t want to walk up the stairs. All throughout the afternoon, he napped and then would moan a little and whimper. But no loss of appetite. So lots of cuddles and no more whiffs of fishy breath! Dental tartar gone but his protruding lower front canine is still stained slightly brown.
Late into the night, it transpired as to why he was moaning and whimpering. I think he had gas from the general – crikey! Oh mighty! That was some smelly flatulence in bed!!!!
George goes to Kynance Vet – 8 Kynance Mews, London