Cozied up in his new pet bed, Ribsy thought it was going to be a quiet Friday night. By the way, it is really hard to find a pet bed here in Victoria that doesn't cost more than $50. Boy and Girl lucked out with this sturdy, modestly-priced number from Zellers.
Boy told Ribsy to expect a few new persons at the house. Ribsy was looking forward to being coddled and petted and cooed at, and hoped that if he made his eyes look that much bigger tonight, he was going to get fed a few morsels too.
Well he struck out with the Double D, Duncan and Desiree, who Ribsy thinks were turned off by his potent, ill-timed, diesel-y farts.
He also didn't get any scraps from Brian, here pictured with Boy. Ribsy sniffed away but couldn't coax anything out from those pockets.
Oh well, it was a treat to have such nice, fun people over for the evening anyway. Hmm, Ribsy thought, as he inspected the picture closer. He's sure looking awfully big to be held like a baby by Girl.
But like lots of fun nights, this one was followed by a wake-up call. This time to go to the vet down the street. Ribsy waited anxiously, his raw nose quite evidently still, well, raw. Red. What was the vet going to say?
Well, after a brief examination on the table, it was determined that Ribsy may be suffering from a combination of separation anxiety disorder (or appropriately, SAD) and a sensitivities to his food diet.
Ribsy's now on a Royal Canin Hypoallergenic RC21 formula, comprised of catfish protein, and will be on it for at least a month. Boy and Girl also had the option of an x-ray and/or blood test, but opted out, for obviou$ rea$on$.
Poor Ribsy. Maybe the only real remedy is to get him another pal to hang out with during the day...
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