There really wasn't much to it.
Clean from the day's previous bath and well rested following fourteen hours of sleep, Frankie was swept into the car before he got a good bask or even a decent yawn.
Never take Frankie anywhere and expect him to behave if he's basked to toasty hot.
Frankie behaved himself in the car. There was a little rumbling from the back seat but well within reason. Frankie walked directly into the office with little fuss. There was a short wait in the front waiting area and Frankie acquainted himself with the whole area by walking the entire space.
Frankie knows what a door looks like even when it's closed. At each door Frankie would pause as if to see if it would magically open. Eventually one opened for him and he proceeded to the examination room.
The examination room is an awfully small space for at large Frankie. Greg and I moved all chairs and stools to the center so Frankie could pace along the wall.
He was like a robot sweeper or Roomba.
Frankie would walk along the perimeter of the room until he bumped into a wall. He then manuever himself around the corner and then walk along the next wall until he got to the corner where he would again bump bump bump until he was sure the wall was not going to move out of the way. Again he would manuver the corner and proceed along each wall and the entire room perimeter...about 60 times.
Greg and I stayed in the center of the room watching Frankie pace around all four walls. Occasionally we would put a chair against the wall. Frankie would either walk under it or drag it around with him.
Luckily, the Vet-tech came and Frankie got to walk the back area of the office so he could weigh in on the Big Animal Scale.
He last weighed in at about 70 pounds. I was betting he weighed about 100 pounds. I was wrong.
We returned to the examination room to wait for Dr. Atlas. Frankie did another 20 laps around the room.
Then Dr. Atlas came in.
|Frankie on the table. Dr. Atlas checking Frankie over.|
|Eye see you!|
Let's do a fecal check. Did we bring a fresh poop? No? Okay. Let's take a direct sample.
Good luck with that.
Fecal float revels Frankie has been a very good turtle.
Results of the visit, examination, fecal check: Frankie good to go for another year.
"What ever you're doing works. Stay with the same formula," says Dr. Atlas, "Frankie is one healthy tortoise."
What can I say? Frankie loves to see Dr. Atlas and the whole staff at Riverview Animal Clinic. They love to see him. They even put him on their Facebook page!
When you're a healthy tortoise a trip to the veterinarian is a great adventure.
See you all next year!