Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wishing on my lucky charms
Yes, it was loud.
That was me wussing out as I tried to give Rocky his fluids. Remember, it involved needles?
I think it was hurting me way more than it was hurting him. Finally he just gave up on me. I think if he could have taken the needle in his own palm and stuck himself he would have done it. That really would have worked for me.
So I get to try again today.
I don't know if I have enough wine in the house for this. I mean, for after. Because believe me, I will need it.
I'm thinking we need to go to the vet and get another crash course in how to do this. The Captain missed the first one so he totally wouldn't do it.
Wish me luck.