My poor lil guy!
The vet couldn't do a proper check-up because Hobkin wouldn't tolerate him touching him except when he was restrained, and restraining him was too stressful for everyone to do for longer than it took to get the blood sample. So the vet didn't charge us for the office visit . . . which is nice. We ended up only paying for the blood test and his shots. Although at the same time, I would have liked Hobkin to have received a thorough, hands on examination.
The general consensus on his teeth (the vet got a few chances to look into his mouth, and once Hobkin had settled down I was able to show his godmother and the vet tech the state of his gums) was that he can probably stand to go as is for another year, but to try to do what brushing and crunchy food feeding we can. Next year they'll knock him out to do his exam and blood draw, and while he's out, give his teeth a good cleaning.
Back home, Hobkin was groggy from the shot, and Matthew and I were exhausted from the experience. There was much napping all around.
How can someone so angelic-looking turn so completely into a demon beastie?
As we knew already, Hobkin's pudgy and could stand to lose a half pound or so.
6 more crits this morning from Critters. So far, the tale has been very well received. Have started doing rewrite tweaks. Pair of editing passes completed.
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