Our new vet

I went to the vet today to be tested for giardia.  Mom took me to a vet that was recommended to her by one of her new coworkers.  Get this.  Her coworker's name is Steve and he has a husky.  My name is Steve and I am a husky.  That is really weird, right?  Anyway, Mom's coworker Steve takes his husky to a vet near our house, so Mom decided to try it out.  She looked at the website and the head vet went to vet school at the University of Missouri.  Since Mom grew up in Missouri, she figured that he was probably a good vet.  But today, when we got to the vet, guess where the vet I saw went to vet school.  Oklahoma State University!  That's where Mom went to college too, so at that point, she knew we were at a great place.  Mom really liked the vet that we talked to and he used to have an Alaskan Malamute, so he was even familiar with northern breeds.

Anyway, I was nice enough to leave the vet with some poop, so they are going to send it to the lab to be tested and we'll find out if I have giardia in a couple days.  The vet said it's very common in this area because there is typically a lot of standing water.

Steve

PS. We got a great present from a special friend in Louisiana, but we're having issues with video uploading tonight, so we will post about that as soon as the video is working.  But we want to say THANK WOO!!

Did Wilbur do it?

In response to my post a couple days ago about being sick, my good friend Khyra asked, "P.S. - Are you sure the evil khritter isn't poisoning you somehow? We know how he attakhked your poor innocent hu-mom in her sleep -I'm just wooin'"  (I hope you can all speak Khyra-ese.)

Khyra was referring to Wilbur when she asked about the "evil khritter".  At first I thought, "Oh Khyra, always suspicious of cats.  Wilbur is on the good side."  However, today I am not so sure.  Let me tell you about the new developments.

When I was at the ER vet, they took the poop Mom brought in and sent it off to the lab to get tested.  Today, Mom got a call telling her that I have giardia.  What?  I have a disease?  Now I have to take medicine for my giardia for the next five days and Steve has to go to the vet tomorrow to get tested.

Mom says Steve and I were both vaccinated for giardia, so I think there can only be one explanation.  Wilbur must have broken into the vet's office the day we got our vaccinations and replaced the vaccine with a fake vaccine.  Then, he planted the giardia critters into our water and now I am infected and Steve might be too.  That's the only logical explanation!

I am now keeping a close watch on Wilbur's every move in case he tries to infect me again with something else!  And to make matters worse, Mom says we can't go to the dog park again until we are cured because she doesn't want to risk infecting some other person's dog.  Yet another way Wilbur is taking the fun out of our lives!

Kat