It’ll Be A Great Journey, and The Ativan Won

I took an Ativan. I was so stressed out about what he’d say.

It’ll be a great journey. He said as he microchipped them all.

They need more muscle mass and a little more weight, that’s true, but they’ll be fine. He said. After I showed him our itinerary. They’re not in bad shape at all.

They should hike 7.5 miles 3x per week, keep eating black oil sunflower seeds and calf manna. Deworm them all – it will keep them from getting anemic at high altitudes. I’ll get you health certificates so you can bring them into California. That should be all you need. Keep Jon Snow and Sharkey’s panniers to 15% of their body weight, and Oatcake and Bosco’s at around 20%. Give them breaks when they need it. Split up the day so you’re hiking in the morning and in the evening if you can. They’ll be fine. If they do well, there’s nothing stopping you from doing the PCT too. He said.

This vet had been in practice for 30 years, so I believed him over the first, who was fresh out of school.

This vet I believed, too, because he told me all the things I needed to hear. Not only that it was possible, but How-I-Could-Increase-My-Chances-Of-Success. So obviously I liked him.

Aren’t you so excited? Aidan asked me later.

Yeah. I said and yawned.

But The Ativan Won, so instead of jumping for joy, I took a nap.