Posted by: kerryannekay | July 12, 2019

An Itchy Butt…

Recently, I took Fred and Lamont in to see the vet.  Fred’s occasional itching turned into constant itching.  The day didn’t go too well.

I was under the impression that the appointment was at 11:45 am.  When I walked in and told them my boys’ names and appointment time, they couldn’t find it.  The nice receptionist asked me to sit down and let her look up things.  After about five minutes, she asked me why I was there.  I explained that Fred’s itching was out of control and he was at risk of chewing through a leg at the rate he was itching.

It took her only a second of thought and said, “Let me see if the vet will see you after he’s done with lunch.”

My only response was, “Thank you.”

She came back moments later and told me, “Yes, the vet will see you but it’s going to be about ½ hour.  Can you wait?”

“Absolutely,” I told her.  “Can I get the boys’ nails trimmed while we are waiting?”  I asked.

“We will be able to do that when you in the room…”  She added, “Don’t worry, we will take care of your babies.”  That last comment brought me to tears.  She understood that I was worried about Fred and the only way to fix that was for him to see a vet.

After several minutes more on the computer, the receptionist told me, “I found your appointment… It was an hour earlier than you thought…”

“Oh, my goodness,” I let out and started to cry again, “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” she reassured me, “we will be able to see them.”

After the promised half hour, we were brought back into an exam room.  The vet tech came in and took down my concerns about both Fred and Lamont.  She took them to cut their nails with a warning about the boys being “squirmy and biters” from me.  They were returned with “They were both good for us,” from the vet tech.

We had to sit for another fifteen minutes before the vet was able to see us.  I immediately apologized to him for my mistake and profusely thanked him for seeing me.

I took Fred out of the carrier and put him down on the towel.  “He’s a runner,” I explained.

The vet began to examine him.  “Yeah, he’s got a bit of mites.  That’s an easy skin treatment,” he told me.  Then asked, “How old is he?”

“They will both be six on August 1st,” I informed him and added, “I didn’t know their exact birthday so I assigned them August 1st…”

“Wow,” the vet said, “he moves like a 3-year-old!”

“Thanks,” I replied, “it’s because they are spoiled.  They only get the best…”

“Just what we like to hear,” he told me.

He looked at Lamont and gave him a clean bill of health.  As always, I had to help hold him in place for the vet.

We went home a bit later that day then planned.  However, I went home with two healthy guinea pigs.  I applied the skin ointment to the area behind their ears.  Less than 24 hours later they had both (but especially Fred) stopped itching.  One of the many reasons why it’s important to have a good exotic vet.  However, Fred and Lamont’s vet are not great, they are excellent! – KA



  1. Glad that your babies are doing so well. An early Happy Birthday to them!

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