Josie's Budgie Tales

This is not a fun story to write. Nobody likes to go to the doctor, especially not Joey and Josie. However, Josie had some blood on her and their mommy was not taking any chances with them, so off to see Doctor Anne.

We could hear her calling the clinic telling that Josie had been bleeding but it had stopped. They told her to bring her to the office. “Oh great!” said Joey. He would have to go to, as the budgies did not like to be parted at any time. “Why couldn’t you have stayed out of trouble?”

“It’s not my fault, we were playing too hard and I slipped.” said Josie quietly.

“Well we are in for it now, that long car ride and then Dr Anne fussing over us”.

“I heard that,” said their Mommy, “Dr Anne is a very nice lady and a good vet, you should be glad to see her.”

“I’d like it better if she gave us a treat while we were there, we get hungry travelling.” stated Joey. Josie nodded her agreement.

“Alright, lets get ready, Joey into your carrying cage.”

“No, I won’t, I don’t want to,” chirped Joey. “You can’t make me.” He lost that argument in a hurry; his mommy picked him up and put him in the cage very quickly.

“That’s enough of that,” she said. “Come on, Josie you’re next.” Josie did not act up
as usual, she really was scared; maybe Mommy was right this time.

Into their travelling cases they went. “Everyone is already; we will just have to wait for the taxi to come.”

The taxi came quite quickly, mommy loaded all of them in and off they went.
The driver was nice to them, he asked about budgies and Mommy told him about
us, she told him how we can talk like people, and the fact we are context speakers with the Budgie Research Group and that we are mates for life.

She also told him what kind of budgies we are and how old, all that sort of thing. He seemed interested in us and the trip went quickly. We like it when she tells people about budgies; they respect us more after that.

We finally got to the clinic and went in, the woman at the desk said, “Joey and Josie Smarty-pants, how are you today?” Funny, she never asks Mommy how she is. We guess that budgies are more important than their guardians are at the vets.

She took us to the examining room and we waited for Dr. Anne to come in. Mommy took us out of our cases and sent the cages on the table. She said, “You will be OK, Josie.”

Josie did not say much, which is unusual for her; usually she talks up a storm and tries to get out of her cage. “Maybe she really is hurt,” thought Joey. “I sure hope she will be OK, we don’t want to stay here all night.”

Dr. Anne came in; she was a large lady, dressed hospital clothes with funny glasses on her head. She was a very kind person, who loved all animals, but especially the littlest ones. She said hello to us just as if we were grownups, we like that. She makes us feel very important.

Mommy explain that Josie had possibly hurt herself when we were playing and that she was concern and brought us to see her. Dr. Anne took Josie out of the cage, cuddled her and then looks in her mouth to see if she had cut herself.

“She seems to be OK, there is no sight of injury,” said the vet. She looks through the funny glasses and still could not find anything wrong with her. Then she took me out of my cage, hugged me (girl stuff), and looked me over too. She told mommy to keep an eye on Josie, but she seemed to be fine. As usual, she calls me double trouble, the funny thing is Josie is more trouble that I am and she is treated like a good little girl. Right, she is not that good.

After paying the bill and getting another taxi ride, Josie and I were very tired, hot,
hungry, thirsty and very, very glad to be safely back home. We really do not like to go to the vets, but maybe mommy was right in this case, what if Josie had been hurt. I think next time, we will not complain so much about going to see Dr. Anne.

“No we won’t, we still won’t want to go, just you wait and see,” stated Josie.

“Oh be quiet, you have caused enough trouble today, I just wanted to have a nap,” said Joey.

With that, Josie stamped her pink feet, put her head under her wing and pretended to go to sleep.

Mommy stood here watching us, we heard her say, “Thank goodness they are alright.”

Josie got in the last word as usual, “We could have told you that!”

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