In which we ramp up to Spay Day : preparation before the event
It's a rainy, dreary day in the Swampland when I load up Fiddle and ferry her over to the vet hospital for the pre-surgical routine.
|The parking lot is nearly full at Pilchuck Veterinary Hospital|
The barn was full when we arrived, so we tread water for a little while,
|When this place clean the stalls, they really CLEAN THE STALLS|
|"Hey, you got food? Why don't I have food?"|
|A muzzle. Not popular, but she accepted it without fuss.|
But that doesn't make it easy for me!
I expected Fiddle to be in DefCon 1 Dragon Mode this morning, because her dinner was small and breakfast was not served at all...to my surprise, she was quite placid about the lack of food.
|"Hey Dude, you gonna eat all that?"|
|Dr. Michelle Delco with her patient|
|pre-surgery exam and dress rehearsal|
|Fiddle thinks the vet tech is really nice|
|Fortunately, she's a friendly-drunk|
|not exactly a glamour-shot, Dr. Delco, sorry.|
|Rorshach test?...I think this one kinda looks like a bunny...|
|Artistry in action|
|Maybe she could clip in a skull-crossed-bones pattern? No. Just a square. Boring!|
|This is a pre-pre-scrub with Betadine. She will be shaved again (with a Bic razer)|
and re-scrubbed again just before surgery in the morning.
|"I am totally planning to roll...probably in manure"|
In Fiddle's case, not ticklish. Which is a good thing.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early: SPAY DAY!