Amber and Mom were at the vet's all DAY yesterday for Am's first "Senior Care" check up. I know ... it's hard for all of us to think of little Ammy as a "senior", but she IS 8 years old now. She was poked and prodded and x-rayed and all kinds of stuff. She was a little vocal about having to hold still and all (except for me, most Sibes have a hard time holding still) but she was really a good girl, according to Mom. She got to see lots of the nice people there - all the bipeds who work there are always really nice to us and I (dogonally speaking) make it a point to give every ONE of them a hug when I go. Am's not the "give a hug" type, but she IS sweet. Her vet student wrote, "Amber was a joy to work with!" on her record. Woo.
She's sleeping right now, but here's a cool picture of her:
It was a hard day for me, Storm and Zim, too, though not as hard as Am's! Dad was here with us, but we were worried about Am the whole time - where did she go? We sniffed her over REAL good when she got back and knew where she'd been. Woo. We cut her some slack and let her nap - after the three of us put on a show for her, doing zoomies through the living room and bedroom. It was our little way of saying, "Welcome home; we missed woo!" Mom seemed to appreciate it, too, 'cuz she was all excited during our performance.
We were all very sleepy last night and hit the sack early. That would have been a swell plan, except that the smoke detector/alarm thing right by the bedroom door started going CRAZY at about 2230 and oh, it hurt our ears! Mom! Dad! Please make it STOP! It was horrible! Dad fixed it (we aren't sure what set it off, but the house is fine) but we got ALL worried! So this morning is a slow morning.
I'm here by the computer, if you need me.