Charlie (a.k.a. Monster) is under house arrest for two weeks. That means no frolicking outdoors. We're on day six. I think I'm in more pain from the house arrest than he is. He's driving me nuts.
Last Wednesday the Monster came home injured from his very merry adventures. I let him sleep it off but it quickly became clear on Thursday morning that we would have to take a trek to the Vet.
Now, as every woman who is a pet owner knows... a trip to the Vet means "Bye, bye purse that I will now no longer own."
Sure enough $250+ later I learned that the Monster has somehow managed to fracture his spine. WTF?
The real kicker is that there is nothing that can be done other than him getting some rest and administering the occasional drug to help ease the pain.
But where are the drugs they should have given me? I'm the one who has to live with his constant whining to go out. And despite my attempts to reason with him, he still keeps trying to whittle down the wood on the front door. I figure I have at least another couple of days before his scratching breaks on through to the other side.
Sure, when he walks all wobbly and such, I do feel sorry for him. But if he doesn't chill out soon I might have to start taking his Vet prescribed drugs myself.
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