JayceeStar
Adult Guinea Pig
Well, as some of you know, Spud was booked in to be neutered today. We had used a different vet to our usual vet for the rabbits, as we had heard good things about their knowledge of guinea pigs, and a lady who runs a local rescue could only say good things about it.
So, when we arrived, I got a shock. The surgery was unclean and smelly, in the waiting room was an African Grey parrot in a cage with no toys or food, and the receptionist was incredibly rude. She gave me a form to sign and said "You need to sign to give us permission to castrate it." IT? IT? Nobody calls my Spuddy an IT, common knowledge states that castrate means a boy - you could have said "him"!
Reluctantly, I let her take him away, she took him before I had chance to tell him it would all be ok. We got about 2 miles down the road and I just burst into tears, I couldn't stop thinking about my poor boy being there, where nobody seemed to care. Thankfully, my mum felt the same, and we turned right back around and collected him. The receptionist looked a bit miffed but I didn't care.
When we got home, Spud looked a bit confused "Mum...what was all that about? That was strange!" So, I gave him lots of celery and dandelions and he soon forgot about it and began munching
He is now booked in for next Friday at my usual vets, who are the kin dest vets I have ever met I think Spud is glad he has another week left of being a real man!
So, when we arrived, I got a shock. The surgery was unclean and smelly, in the waiting room was an African Grey parrot in a cage with no toys or food, and the receptionist was incredibly rude. She gave me a form to sign and said "You need to sign to give us permission to castrate it." IT? IT? Nobody calls my Spuddy an IT, common knowledge states that castrate means a boy - you could have said "him"!
Reluctantly, I let her take him away, she took him before I had chance to tell him it would all be ok. We got about 2 miles down the road and I just burst into tears, I couldn't stop thinking about my poor boy being there, where nobody seemed to care. Thankfully, my mum felt the same, and we turned right back around and collected him. The receptionist looked a bit miffed but I didn't care.
When we got home, Spud looked a bit confused "Mum...what was all that about? That was strange!" So, I gave him lots of celery and dandelions and he soon forgot about it and began munching
He is now booked in for next Friday at my usual vets, who are the kin dest vets I have ever met
I think Spud is glad he has another week left of being a real man!
