Peanut went and got herself a diaper rash.
Let's back it up a bit. I know I said I was past posting post-op updates on the Nutter, but c'mon. Ferretdiaper rash.
See, the vet shaved her tummy for her surgery and decided that while he was down there, he'd take the fur from around her delicates, and apparently fur is nature's Charmin two-ply and I just realized I made it sound like the middle woozle got a Brazillian, and ew.
As best I can figure, Peanut would get up, do her litter box business and then go back to bed, and, well, eventually there was the angry red diaper rash. Or, as Adam termed it, chaffing issues, which makes it sound like a leather pants debacle, and now I'm really disturbed. I know ferrets are the offical pet of the alternative lifestyle and mainstream eschewers, but c'mon, I'm drawing the line at ferret Brazillians and little leather pants.
The rash showed up on Sunday morning, angry and red. I endulged in a minute's worth of panic; Adam was out of town until later that evening and he sometimes has a hard time trusting me with the care and feeding of the ferrets and now the sickie was presenting a rash.
He wasn't fazed by it. Just went to Walgreens and came back with Bordeaux's Butt Balm, which is the Most Awesome Product Name Ever.
So now, before we drug her, we wipe the rash down with a little Butt Balm and hope the subsequent antibiotics-and-chickening provides enough distraction to give the paste time to set in and do a little good before she wriggles out of our grasp and licks it off.
God knows what sort of comical setback tomorrow will bring.
Let's back it up a bit. I know I said I was past posting post-op updates on the Nutter, but c'mon. Ferretdiaper rash.
See, the vet shaved her tummy for her surgery and decided that while he was down there, he'd take the fur from around her delicates, and apparently fur is nature's Charmin two-ply and I just realized I made it sound like the middle woozle got a Brazillian, and ew.
As best I can figure, Peanut would get up, do her litter box business and then go back to bed, and, well, eventually there was the angry red diaper rash. Or, as Adam termed it, chaffing issues, which makes it sound like a leather pants debacle, and now I'm really disturbed. I know ferrets are the offical pet of the alternative lifestyle and mainstream eschewers, but c'mon, I'm drawing the line at ferret Brazillians and little leather pants.
The rash showed up on Sunday morning, angry and red. I endulged in a minute's worth of panic; Adam was out of town until later that evening and he sometimes has a hard time trusting me with the care and feeding of the ferrets and now the sickie was presenting a rash.
He wasn't fazed by it. Just went to Walgreens and came back with Bordeaux's Butt Balm, which is the Most Awesome Product Name Ever.
So now, before we drug her, we wipe the rash down with a little Butt Balm and hope the subsequent antibiotics-and-chickening provides enough distraction to give the paste time to set in and do a little good before she wriggles out of our grasp and licks it off.
God knows what sort of comical setback tomorrow will bring.
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