is in order. My boyfriend and his mom decided that they should take Candy to the vet, and did so monday at noon. Well, me and my boyfriend did anyway. - Poor Candy, he was shaking so badly for being in the vets office that he more like vibrated then shook.
So they pulled out four teeth, emptied his anal glands, - which contained what was supposed to be fluid but was instead chunky and creamy so they had to rinse them, meaning I was right- looked at the video of his nose/throath attacks and diagnosed it with something that - due to his size - could be treated with one and a half pill. It was "Nose Mite" (SW=noskvalster). He's suffered from it for about five years and they hadn't even thought to ask about it before.
Anyway, I have convinced my boyfriend Candy should eat BARF/RMB - now it's up to him to convince his mother too! Although, his mother is already thinking in similar ways. :)
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