Carrie and Tala: BFF

How sadly ironic that now that Schataje has what she always wished for, free access to the outdoors, she is too weak to jump over the fence and cannot get any farther than the patio. I can’t leave the patio gate open for fear that Tala would get out (if she ever figured out how to use the dog door that is). Poor Schataje.

I gave Schataje her second treatment today and she sat patiently in my lap for the whole five minutes, purring (I suspect out of nervousness rather than pleasure – who would enjoy having a needle rammed into their neck and 100cc of cold saline pumped in?).

// posted by Behavior Analyst @ 6:29 PM