Relax at home and your furry/ feathered/ scaled (et cetera) companion's medication will arrive at your door! I offered to deliver items myself, but I may get distracted by all the delicious restaurants on the way...
"What is that smell?" the search began while I happily snored in an armpit. "Did they pee on the couch?" my moms asked in surprise and dismay, "maybe on a blanket? On one of their beds?" The quest continued.
The sniffing around the room accelerated until the realization, "Oh no... it's Shyla..." My humans were nauseous at this point, my stench was so great. Mr Bacchus piddles on my head sometimes when I'm distracted by amazing odors in the yard.
Suddenly, I was transported to the bathtub.
I stood miserably while water touched me.
Once the terribleness was over, I was wrapped in a comfy towel and finished drying in the sunshine.
My ears perked up. flap flap
My humans sat up in bed.
flap flap flap
We peered toward the dark balcony. First up at the trees, and then down at a tiny, dazed, bat with pale fur and shiny little eyes. Quickly, we shut off more lights to help the terrified creature get it's bearing.
My days of walking in the canyon only on weekends have been replaced by living on the edge of one. Multiple times a day we rush around sniffing the pee mail left for us by gophers, coyotes, and king snakes. Birds chatter and soar overhead. Our flowered tree is trying to single-handedly save the world's bees.
The next day, the Mexican free-tailed bat had returned home. Project Wildlife happily accepted our cupcakes anyway.
As we raced over hills and rough terrain with our people, Nacho and I relaxed in the side-by-side. There were hawks and squirrels and beautiful desert flowers.
Suddenly, Nacho stood up on my Grandpa's lap and started pooping! My human frantically caught his Easter egg with her bare hand, and flung it into some chaparral. Relieved, Nacho resumed his nap.