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| Food sometimes does the trick. |
Gus has been sort of gnashing his teeth on one side of his mouth, and the vet is in town, so an appointment was made to get it checked out. Bill put on a denim coat to protect himself, put Gus's harness and leash on him, and off we went. There are no photos of this, due to the process of getting him in the car, and delivered downtown. Gus doesn't like change, most people, cars, vets, noise.... you get the picture.
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| This is not Gus, but it is the face he was making. |
He, of course, had no idea where he was going, and sort of cooperated in the car while Bill held him. He settled in, and watched out of the window. I think he was wondering, "where is my shark to hide in, and why the heck isn't Elsie joining me on this excursion". (as in previous road trips)
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| Everyone is in their shark, enjoying the truck ride. (!!??) |
We arrived at our destination, I went in ahead to see if the coast was clear of obstructions, ie dogs, people, etc, and motioned for Bill to bring him in. Gus was unhappy, but let the vet poke and prod, and check out his mouth. We were happy to find out that Gus is a heathy, though somewhat disgruntled cat. No problems were found anywhere, including his mouth. Apparently, he just likes to gnash his teeth.
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| If Gus could accomplish this, he would. |
When we got back into the car, Gus was a bit less cooperative on the drive home. He was probably thinking, "what fresh hell awaits me now!" We arrived back at the marina, and Gus, for a moment smelled the sea air, and relaxed, but then started to struggle. Bill thought if he put him down on the dock, he would walk on his leash back to the boat, but he tried to dart off in the wrong direction, so he was picked back up. Bill unclipped the leash when we got to our dock finger, and Gus darted into the boat, so fast, that you could have called him "The Flash".
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| "I'm back where I belong." |
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| Starting to relax again. |
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| "Sleeping off my ordeal in safety." |
What's kind of funny, when I sat down on the settee to pet Gus, Elsie snuggled up on the other side.
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| "I'll be sweet, and kind, just don't take ME to the vet." |
To be fair, the vet, Judge, is actually a very nice man. He is a kind, gentle, thorough professional, and we are glad we have him come to town on a regular basis. When he is in Wrangell, he lives on his boat, which is just 2 down from us on the C dock, and I know for a fact, that he knows how to bbq a fresh salmon steak. (yummy)
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| All's well that end's well! |
I love that last photo! I was wondering the name of your vet, thinking it might be Steve, a gardening acquaintance of mine who is also a traveling vet who lives on a boat in Alaska when he's in town. I'm very glad Gus was well. Perhaps he just wants to go cruising.
ReplyDeleteGood call, maybe Gus is tired of being at the dock. He really doesn't like the "growly machine" that starts up occasionally, but in previous summers, he has gotten sort of used to it. Judge, the vet, is semi-retired, he only works in Juneau, and Wrangell, and was previously a Navy Seal. How's that for a resume?
DeleteI'm glad Gus is okay. Visits to the vet are never fun, but it sounds like Gus was a real trooper.
ReplyDeleteThe vet visit itself was less traumatic than the car ride. We need the "beam me up Scotty" technology.
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