I don't like liars and I really don't like lying. But, when your back is against the wall. Well?
A few months ago, I noticed Sampson had a boo boo on his foreleg. I am not really squeamish but I thought I knew what it was and I knew it was beyond my capabilities to help.
|Sampson with his ears blowing in the wind and Snoopy coming up from behind.|
So, I ended up taking him to the local vet. Being that I live in the middle of nowhere, I mistakenly thought that this would be a country vet.
I thought that somehow, Sampson had ripped off the upper pad on his foreleg. Ew, gross, not gonna look.
What it turned out to be was a piece of skin just dangling off his leg. Seems he and one of the other monkeys had a tussle when I wasn't looking.
The vet who looked at it said and I quote, "He will need surgery."
Excuse me?! He has a half inch of skin dangling and this assclown wants to anaesthetise my monkey and clip off a piece of skin.
I told the vet to give me antibiotics and was on my merry way, vowing never to return to that vet clinic.
Sampson took care of his leg, no problem.
|Smiling Baby Z with Photobombing Snoopy.|
Well, now Baby Z got his ear chewed pretty bad in a fight which I inadvertently started.
I got my thumb chewed pretty good also. But that is neither here nor there.
Baby Z needs antibiotics and I need a prescription to get him antibiotics. Absolutely ridiculous.
I'm not going to a vet.
I ordered what Baby Z needs off a reputable website.
But I need vet approval.
One of the options is to mail them the prescription.
Umm, sure, okay.
I should have the antibiotics on Wednesday.
Does anyone have any suggestions for future medication needs?