First Visit to the Vet

Bertie lost about 100g in June over the course of several days.  The other girls had also lost a bit, so I wasn't too concerned.  Then I got sick and was too tired to be concerned.  But this week when I weighed them all, everyone had gained weight... except for Bertie.  So I called the vet and made an appointment both for Bertie and Pinniped.

Where are we going?

Willow has been to the vet so many times, she takes a very laid back attitude towards it, and is happy and inquisitive.  She flirts with everyone there.  Even when she had the bladder stone.  These guys?  Petrified.  At one point Bertie tried to hide under Pinniped.  Going to the vet was so not cool.

The vet checked out Bertie's heart and tummy and bladder and teeth.  She noticed a slight overgrowth on the left molars, said she couldn't see any evidence of abrasion.  A body x-ray showed gas and a very full bladder.  Bertie wriggled a bit from all of poking and prodding but was uncharacteristically docile.

The vet gave Pinniped an overall check and made lots of comments about Pinni's love handles (and squeezed them a lot!).  It's hard not to give Pinni lots of squeezes.  What a moose.  Pinni groused about the attention her fat was getting, but was otherwise abnormally quiet.  This was all too much to process.  The vet said she was a porky pig but in great health.

The girls were so glad to get out of that office!  Unfortunately, Bertie will be making a trip back next week, to have her molars examined carefully and the left molars filed a bit.  I'm not happy, but not surprised.  I have not had a pig with teeth problems before and I am very nervous about having her sedated.  Poor Bertie will be by herself for the day -- I don't know if she's ever been left by herself for that long.