The Vet

It couldn't be put off any more, so this morning I took Barney and Frank to the vet's for their jabs. Barney is always excited to go anywhere in the car but Frank took umbridge at being disturbed from the days snoozing on the chair that he had lined up for the day. It was the first time that I had been to the surgery since Jess died there so I felt a little bit wobbly, but we were first in so it wasn't too bad.

Barney was excited at the smells of the various animals that had been there and didn't complain when he was hoisted up on the table for his check up. The reason for all of the scratching that he has been doing recently turned out to be a minor skin infection that he has picked up from somewhere, so we've got some antibiotics to give him for a week before he can have his booster. Frank was fine though, although he is putting on a bit of weight. "Keep him active" suggested the vet, which is easier said than done - I'd have to start with a crowbar to lever him from a horizontal position.

The receptionist at the front desk fussed over Barney while she sorted out the bill. So, some worm tablets for Frank and flea drops for both of them, as well as the boosters and the anti biotics came to a smidge over £80. Blimey. Expensive creatures.