Silly Sab Stories

Could it Really Be?

Do I really dare to hope?

On Wednesday, Mama laid down for a nap. I curled up next to her. She opened the shade just enough so I could get some sun. Oh it was lovely.

Then Mama got up. She woke me up, carried me to the kitchen and put me in the carrier & closed the door! Oh how I hate that! It only means one thing: road trip to the vet clinic!

Sure enough... Mama took me to see Dr. David. He's been my doc since my very first appointment and he gave me my very furst shots. We go back a long way, and he said I was looking really good for my age and I keep my coat looking swell.

Mama wanted to talk to him about my asthma. He took a listen to me growling at him --- er I mean my breathing and my heart --- and the good news is that everything is "dry" and "clear" and my heart sounds normal. My lungs sound normal; he doesn't see a need to put me on medicine yet!

Then they started talking about things that might make me choke and wheeze. Dr. David asked about how clean Mama keeps things; she could do better, but I will admit she does a good job keeping away the dust bunnies and other stuff. He asked about the other animals that live with me. As soon as Mama said "foster rabbits", Dr. David said

ah ha! Can you keep the rabbits in another room away from him?

I don't think I've ever heard more beautiful words. Keeping the rabbits away from me? Mama says that's not possible in our small space, but the rabbits aren't new to the environment, though its shedding time for them. (Man you should SEE the fluff in their corner!) Dr. David said that it is possible that I have developed an allergy to them, over time, and that Mama should consider either moving them to a separate spot or removing them altogether.

Dr. David is my hero! Will Mama really pay attention to what he said?

Mama noted that I have a habit of hiding things and then pulling them out. I've been doing a lot of hunting lately and digging out toys that are full of... well, fur, what else? Mama is certain that one attack was triggered by the dusty Rosie Rat that I found.

So for now, no new medication for me, and no new course of treatment. Mama's going to still give me prednisone if I have a spell, and keep Dr. David's office up to date on how I'm doing.

All I want to know is this: when are Shortie and Ringo leaving?