I will be so glad when this course of eye and ear drops is done and Whisky stops resenting me (and hiding under his little plastic chair whenever I go into his room). Could you carry on knowing that what you are about to do is responsible for this little face?
"If I eat all my hay and promise to keep my room tidy, then can I stop having medicines dripped in my face? Pleeease????"
Awwwwww poor little Whiskey,don't be sad little baby it will soon be over and you will feel much better,let mummy give you a cuddle then she can show you how much she loves you*Speedy's mum giving nose rubs*
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness.. I'd be trying to bury him in treats.. anything so I didn't get THAT look of pleading.. the poor baby!
ReplyDeletePoor little fella. And poor you. I hope the medicines do their job and are finished very soon.
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, poor Whisky--I'd be a puddle if I had to look into that sad face and administer meds. Dr. Jade prescribes extra hugs and treats for both bunneh and human!
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