When last you tuned in, Trey was at the vets having I.V.s, enemas, X-rays and alien anal probes. All but one 2 cm. bone fragment had shifted and Trey was enjoying a diet of expensive vet canned dog food and the affections of the vet techs who all adore him.
Sybil was wringing her hands and whining "Oh woe is me" over and over. It was hard to know if her anguish was over the suffering of a poor, extremely dumb animal or her next VISA statement.
But, oh joy ! Oh Bliss ! Trey came home !
He triumphantly returned home last night with a wagging tail, intrusive tongue and four days of pent up energy. He tossed toys around and sucked on his favourite pillow, then settled down for a nap with a couple of friends.
I'm still whining and wringing my hands and wondering if the same outcome would have happened if I'd done nothing and just let nature take its course ?
|The grand total between the two vets was over $900 !|