It's been a week since we took George, Alan and Lucy to town
for their vet checkups.
I've finally recovered enough to share the story.
It was all good and everybody's healthy, save for me,
who aged at least another five years from the stress.
Lucy, ever the perfect role model, went first
and had her teeth floated and ears checked for ticks...without sedation!
George went next, but his checkup was undocumented.
I think Ethel, the photographer, was still
a little shook up laughing
from the part where the vet stuck a needle in George's vein
and he leaped into the air and spun around (George, not the vet),
knocking me flat on my ass.
Alan did not flinch for his shot of sedative and was most appreciative
of the pharmaceutical assistance.
Alan: I'm adorable even when I'm high.
Nothing to see here.
This is Alan having his ears checked for ticks.
And the verdict is...
*** drumroll ***
No ticks! And the same was true for Lucy and George.
Upon our vet's recommendation two years ago,
everybody has gotten a weekly application of Frontline Flea and Tick Spray in their ears.
The stuff works.