Tag: not my dog

We took Tolstoy to get yet-another-specialist vet to get a high-resolution ultrasound and try and figure out what’s wrong with him. Good news, it’s not cancer, but he does have an enlarged pancreas and inflamed bowel, so we need to change his food to something properly hypoallergenic and go back to our normal vet to see how we need to adjust the grumpy moneypit’s meds.

In other news, not-my-dog is being uber cute and is settling in nicely. Probably too nicely, in the cats’ opinions.

It’s a sad truth that you cannot, under any circumstances, leave food lying around because Tolstoy will eat it. This is a cat that once chewed through a plastic bag to eat a bagel. This is what happens when you’re babysitting a large, vicious (not) Boxer. She gets her food bowl owned by an asshole cat and just stares on, wondering WTF is happening.