Yesterday, Alfred and I went to the veterinarian to see how his lungs look after pneumonia.
As I have said before, it’s a two-bus, almost hour long bus trip from our house to the vet. And we had lots of hang time waiting for the transfers.
This is at Resecentrum. I love this shot.
When we had a bus transfer wait of more than ten minutes, I let Freddy out of his carrier.
But at the vet we got good news: Freddy’s lungs are completely clear.
Not only are his lungs clear, it also looks like he doesn’t have asthma. So that’s great!
Much like Jacoby, Freddy loves to sing the song of his people when he’s outside.
After the vet visit, we stopped off a DjurMagazinet to stock up om raw chicken necks and raw meatballs.
Of course, Freddy helped me pick out the raw food I bought.
Of course, Freddy made friends when we were on line for the cash.
That’s Freddy’s superpower: making friends wherever he goes.