Paging Dr. Otterpop.

Otterpop had a ok sleepover at the hospital. But maybe not all that bad. She made one new friend, Nurse Marika. She did not make friends with anybody else, but also used excellent judgement and didn't bite any of the not friends. But for some reason, she decided Nurse Marika was a-ok and ate some food out of her hand and would climb into her arms to get out of her cage and have a walk with her. In exchange, Nurse Marika gave her a stuffed tiger and some chicken.


When I came to visit her, she said she was REALLY READY to go home. She had to spend the night with an iv in her getting pumped full of fluids and other healthifying things.

One of the techs told me they all liked Otterpop. "She's crazy smart," she said.

"Yeah, like a monkey. She can be a real pain in the ass," I told her.

"No, we all loved having her. She speaks english! She knew everything we were talking about," she replied.

That's my Otterpop. I think they let her out because she started throwing out alternative diagnoses to the on call surgeon. They aren't sure what's wrong with her, some kind of gastrointestinal disease that will be better diagnosed with incredibly high priced procedures such as ultrasound and scoping. So for now, since she seems to be eating food and keeping it down, I'll keep her on her little arsenal of pills and try to find some foods she will eat and we'll roll on the maybe just go away on it's own premise.

Today, no way on the boiled organic skinless range roaming cage free chicken breast. But a-ok on a few bites of good old fashioned milk bones. The baby food was popular for 5 minutes a couple days ago, but she thinks that's so last week right now. Tiny rice ball in broth, Otterpop? Maybe tomorrow. She just ate some stale charliebears out of my pocket, and we're calling that dinner.

Feel better Otterpop! But we're very glad you're home.