Rusty and The Vet

Nothing wrong – just a check up – but Rusty got to go to the vet today.  Here is Rusty surrounded by Kodiak and Natasha.

Rusty, Kodiak and Natasha

First challenge is that the Rooster (aka Rusty) does not like being by himself.  Oh, he is fine sleeping in his own spot or even staying in bed when everyone else is up, but not actually being alone.  So when I first got him out the dog lot, he thought it was special until he realized we were traveling alone.  Oh no!

Still he did well and we got to the vet.  The visit went very quickly, all tests were normal, and the boy was pronounced healthy.  Shedding like crazy, but healthy.

Minor twist in the day.  I was invited to meet Nikita (or was it Nakita).  She is a small two year old female – black and white with one blue and one brown eye and probably 42-45 pounds.  My favorite vet tech (who is a Sibe lover and owner) set me up.  And my vet was right in the middle of it.  

Nakita’s story is that her owner – her second owner already – is an older gentleman who loves her dearly.  Unfortunately, Nakita got rambunctious and pulled him down giving him a concussion and hospitalizing him.  Apparently, as much as he loves her, he is afraid a young Sibe may be too much to handle.  Thus, they wanted to see if I might be interested.  For the record, she is not yet available (the gentleman is still deciding), but my vet was paving the way.

And Nakita?  The rascal ran and jumped into my arms and licked my face.  Flag on the play.  Unnecessary cuteness.

But no I do not need another Sibe and I am sure he will change his mind and keep her.  Right?

Stay tuned.

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