Skylar: Whattaya mean, no medicine? I have to have my medicine! *follows Mommy around*
Mommy: I'm sorry, buddy. The vet gave us the wrong thing!
Skylar: You're not April Foolin' me, are you?
Mommy: Nope, I wish I was. See, your label says it should be methimazole, but the bottle label says it's fluoxetine and it's definitely not shaped like your regular stuff.
Skylar: But I want my medicine!
Mommy: *pets Skylar and tries to reassure him* I'm sorry. It will have to wait until after 11:00 am. I'll call the vet right away when they open.
Skylar: After my 8:00 medicine time? I don't get my 8 am medicine either? *looks very, very sad*
Mommy: I'm so sorry, hun.
Skylar: *goes to sulk by the food bowl where Rori is eating* They better have the right stuff at 11 am. *goes to stick his nose in the bag where the other bottle is*
Yes, we did get the right medicine now from the vet. Someone had put a special shipment of the other medicine in the wrong cupboard. Skylar is happy and medicated. :)