Poor Chicken Biscuit. The fake deer antler in his toy box has some sharp, pokey bits, where he’s chewed it. One of them must have gotten him in the nose, because he was suddenly afraid of it and wouldn’t go near his toys. He got over it after a few minutes though, so don’t feel too sorry for him. (The little nose poke and paw action at the end of the video are the best things ever. That’s how he asks for my help when he has a problem he just can’t cope with.)
His hives are better! I finally had to give him a dose of prednisone, which helped. He still has a few crusty bits and some itching, but–attacking toy box aside–he’s feeling much better.
I dont know what Thomas is allergic to, but it appears to be seasonal. I double checked dates, and it was the end of August/beginning of September last year, when he had a terrible outbreak of hives.
Poor biscuit. I was giving him Benadryl, but switched him to Zyrtec last night. That actually seems to be working a bit better. I really don’t want to have to give him steroids if I don’t have to, but I have a supply just in case. (And yes, I consulted his vet about all of this.)
Facebook Memories tells me that this happened the same time, last year. There must be something blooming or in the environment that he’s reacting to. Ragweed, maybe? It’s certainly making me miserable.
Thomas is my little barnacle. Wherever I am, and whatever I’m doing, he’s right there, “helping.”
Act I: We creep on the neighbors while holding our stuffy. Mustn’t put the precious down.
Act II: We’re tired of staff’s nonsense and are retiring to our napping lounge with our stuffy.
I think he actually was watching television.
Once again, Thomas hid his favorite squeaky ball under the couch, and once again I was a monster and didn’t retrieve it for him. He reserves the chiclet teefs of maximum perturbation for when he’s seriously annoyed with me.
Someone left a half-eaten milano cookie in the shrubbery outside the front door of my building. Thomas was really disappointed when I wouldn’t help him reach it.
I finally organized the books I use for collage and found that I have an entire shelf of astronomy texts, several shelves of biology texts, and a half shelf of school yearbooks.
Also I have the world’s cutest spokesmodel.
He swears this is comfortable. I have serious doubts.