Trying on the Crate-Day 2
I now know I fit in Meander's crate. A horrid, bloodcurdling, heart stopping, frantic keening went up from the crate and I went in. He had been chewing on the bars and had gotten a tooth of his lower jaw stuck. It took some work but I got him twisted around enough to get it free. Then we went and laid down on the couch until I could recover. He was fine immediately.
posted by Robin at 4:32 PM
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you're still giving slowsky lots of attention, right?
Yes, Hannah. Though watching his response to it is like watching paint dry.
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