kyrielle | Poor put-upon Basta. (Reply)

Well, not really. But she did get popped in a carrier and hauled to the vet today. I noticed that she was moving a bit stiffly, which means it's time for the every-three-weeks-or-so injection she gets for her arthritis. Only, I've never given it nor seen it given. Dad gave them to her, of course, but while I could ask his advice, I don't think I'd hear the reply. An over-the-phone description of how to find the muscle was not inspiring. At all. So I took her and the injection into the vet and they walked me through it. Not hard; now that I know where I'm looking for the muscle, I'll be fine. And Basta was really quite patient with the whole thing (then again, she got a lot of petting to keep her settled, and she was most appreciative of that, I think). She also wasn't ill in the carrier, which she usually is - Basta and cars don't get along - so I'll take small victories. I'm hoping that will be the case most times she has to go in, because the drive is fairly short.

Today's photo is of Babe and Basta, eating in our kitchen. I'm trying to get one of them curled up in their cupboard in the bathroom, but it's lousy lighting conditions. :P