Sweet Pea here.
I don't always sit in Mommy's lap, but when I do it's here:
The Ebil Vet's office!
Yes, I got hauled off to see the vet...a couple of day ago I tinkled on the ESS--which is totally out of character for me--and when Mommy was wiping it up she noticed the tinkle was pink. I tried to convince her that I was making PINKLE for Valentine's Day but she wasn't buying that story...and the next morning when I
tinkled pinkled in the tub (which I DO do sometimes) Mommy was able to collect a sample...and then, the inevitable happened.
Damn, damn, damn.
Naturally I sang the dirge-like Song of My People in the car.
And on the sidewalk.
And in the waiting room.
Not even the yipping of fourteen hyper Flyswatter Dogs* waiting in the lobby deterred me from my caterwauling!
Of course, when we got into the exam room I decided to use my Indoor Voice (thank Cod--ed) and Mommy and I had a little
inane civilized chat while I explored the top of the shelves.
see it HERE on YouTube
So...I have to take the Dreaded Pink Juice (amoxycillin) twice a day for ten days as a precaution. Since I didn't have any visible bacteria or crystals in my pinkle Mommy and the vet are betting I'm stressed out from constantly sparring with May Ling (no kidding!) so I have to take a anti-anxiety pill every day for a month. Fortunately Mommy is a champ at pilling and I get a tasty crunchy treat afterwards so it's not all bad. And (for once) Mommy is hoping I'll whiz in the tub when she's watching--that's a first--and paws crossed my pinkle will be merely tinkle again in a few days.
Because after singing all elebenty-seven verses of The Song I need a nap, not a return visit!
XX Sweet Pee (hee hee) XX
*those tiny shivery sorts that never shut up...