Showing posts with label Dave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dave. Show all posts

September 20, 2011

Saké and Dave

The girls were hanging out on Dave's shoulders the other night, so I snapped some quick pictures. I realized later that I took virtually the same pictures in January, when the girls were only a few months old. They are eleven months old today.

Saké in January.

A much bigger Saké at eleven months old.

July 1, 2011

Hello Up There

Sushi makes a poor hat, but that doesn't stop her from hanging out on heads.

Sushi and Dave

April 27, 2011

Out of Town

I am in Pennsylvania this week for a meeting. There are three things in this picture I miss desperately.


April 12, 2011

Sushi: A Modest Rat

I love this picture of Dave and Sushi:


I think Sushi looks like she's doing her sweetest Princess Diana pose.


Such cuteness.

March 9, 2011

Malocclusion: the Gift that Keeps on Growing

Sushi's vet appointment yesterday was both good and bad. The good news is that she's gained 21 more grams, for a total of 181. The average weight for an adult female is 350-450 grams, so even though Sushi is only 4.5 months old, she's still pretty tiny. Saké is probably 30% bigger than Sushi at this point.

The bad news is that, however things have shifted in her skull, her bottom incisors are now pretty loose. So not only do they turn drastically and aim into her right cheek, they wiggle freely. This is likely to make eating pretty uncomfortable and difficult for her.

As a result, the vet mentioned doing surgery to pull the top and bottom incisors at six months, and this is something we are seriously considering. Sushi would be able to come home the same day she has surgery and would be on antibiotics and pain medicine for a bit afterward. Evidently rats do pretty well with this and usually are back to eating the night of the surgery.

We have some research to do and more questions to ask of the vet, but I think with both her teeth requiring such frequent trimming plus the looseness of her bottom teeth, surgery is the way we're headed.

In terms of getting her teeth trimmed this time, Sushi was a champ. I think the entire vet visit, from walking in the door to Sushi waking up enough to leave, took about fifteen minutes.

I didn't take the camera to the vet, so instead I'll end with this picture of Dave looking disapproving about the whole teeth situation.

Dave: the ultimate rat perch.