For starters, the vet had to go out for a minute before our checkup really got started because he had to put a dog to sleep. He returned to give us full details of the difficulty of where to inject the dog, becaues he had congestive heart failure and was quite swollen and, according to him, "you can't stick that needle just anywhere." He then proceeded to tell us why.
Eww. THAT was stuff I could have gone my whole life not knowing. I blame mommy for that one too, because for some reason, people think she wants to hear about their dead stuff. We aren't sure if it's because she's a writer of scifi and mystery, because she lives in the woods and burying dead critters hit in the road is something she's more familiar with than she cares for, because she works for the licensing department and talks to the ladies on the funeral boards (socially) from time to time, or because she just tends to shut down and not react when The Reaper is the topic for discussion. Whatever the case, people think she wants the details. She doesn't. Neither do we. Death is disgusting.
Anyway, I got the check first. He gave me a Vitamin D3 shot because of my calcium deficiency. He said I was very healthy, and looked "very domesticated" and that they had done a great job with me as a rescue from an aviary. When mommy asked what that meant, he said I had a lot of meat on my bones, and had gained 3 grams.
In other words, I'm fat. How rude! I bit him until he bled. Mommy had to give me a bath afterward to wash the vet's blood off my feathers, because I wouldn't let the technician clean me up. That blood was my badge of honor!
But he was pleased with my overall condition, and that I don't egg. He told the parronts not to encourage that, because it's an unnecessary stress on my body, especially with the deficiency. Zack and I are caged seperately, and mommy doesn't provide anything that could be nesting materials - all wood chew toys or preen toys. So I'm good, if plump. Ok, to be fair, he did say my weight is ok, but higher than before. But I'm also molting.
Zack was up next. The vet has always liked him and said he was a "good looking guy." Zack lost 3 grams, but the vet wasn't too worried about that when he looked at Zack's historical data, because he's still within range and had been that weight before when healthy. (Zack is also very active and has been playing a lot lately, especially on that new playgym.) In fact, he said Zack was "a perfect specimin," lean and strong. The only thing is that he said Zack has big feet, but they look good. Big feet? I always thought Zack's feet were normal. He has a good grip, too. He can really squeeze a finger when he wants to.
So we're both healthy, and mommy is on the mend. And we're glad that visit is over for the year.
That's all today. Here's hoping you're happy and healthy too. Take care, and have a great week.