We have two more days in Provence and one of the most important thing we must do is to have our de-worming taken care of before embarking on our journey home. So to Tati’s vet (Clinique des Chênes) we go.We weighed in to see if all the French food had made us fat but not. We’re good! I’m weighing in at 9.10kg. And Georgie gained .05 kg since last weighing in. Mummy thought he felt heavier – but all’s good. He’s going in the right direction. I was first on the table with Dr. Crepet. And he pushed the pill down my throat – after I tried to regurgitate it the first time around. Then it was George’s turn. Because he is so small, Dr. Crepet had to give it to him in two goes. The first one went down quickly. Knowing better the second time around, he would not open his mouth!
My, what big fangs you have, dinky Georgie! OR are you really a gorilla?!?!?! After a bit of a struggle, Dr. Crepet said to him, while tickling his muzzle to calm him down, “Je te caresse ton museau mais bientôt ton comprimé doit bien arriver au but!” meaning, “I am stroking your muzzle now but your pill will soon be arriving in the goal.”
After all that, he gave us treats and we’re friends again. But I had to check what he was writing about us English dawgs! Really? Is that what you think of us English dogs, well, ok, one is Hungarian.Well he’s ok. I rather like him.
May’s comment: We’re all set to go home. Passports have been updated. Well, that came rather quickly!