Yes, yes… The SARF Spa isn’t accepting new patients, BUT we will be conducting a Stuffed Animal Fixit Clinic on Saturday, Dec. 5, 2015 — Noon to 3 p.m. at Recycled Reads (5335 Burnet Rd. Austin, TX)… so you can learn how to perform minor surgeries on your own. We’ll offer advice, do some medical troubleshooting, and help with collaborative repairs. If you have an SA with medical needs, this is a great/free opportunity to get help… in a timely manner! More details here.
Due to overwhelming response, The SARF Spa is not accepting new patients at this time. We are temporarily disabling our repair estimate form while we catch up on our already-scheduled repairs. Our turnaround time is currently well over a month, which we feel is a bit long to keep SAs from their homes.
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This week, our new friend Monkey Puff finished up his visit to The SARF Spa. We stitched up a few fur wounds on his neck, chin, and… nether regions. We also gave him a bit of a stuffing transfusion.
Monkey Puff’s wife, Muffy Puff, accompanied him on his visit. The two of them had a great time relaxing and socializing with our permanent and temporary residents.
The SARF Spa is hoppin’ this week (metaphorically, of course, as Nurse Susan isn’t one for hopping. She’s much too busy tending to the needs of our patients)! We’re currently evaluating a beautiful vintage poodle, adjusting the gait of a large giraffe, and stitching up a festive kitty, a lovely spritely humanish creature, and a small dog who brought along his best stuffed friend to keep him company. We’re also hoping an extremely old (in monster years) monster will be joining us soon. There is much extracurricular-ing taking place. Good times!
Uh-oh, I have a problem. I just have to be honest. I know we haven’t known each other for very long. And I know this is wrong. Very wrong! It goes against everything I’ve ever learned about doctor-patient relations, even from soap operas. But I can’t help it. I am in love. That’s right, Felix, I’m in love with you, and I don’t care what the people say. I don’t care what the stuffed animals say. I don’t care what your owner says (Okay, that’s not true. I do care very much what your owner says. I swear).
I love your tiny disproportionate ears and your stubby little tail, and the way your head slouches forward like you’re in dire need of militant Iyengar Yoga instructor.
I know you’ll just be here for a very short time, but that’s okay. We can cherish the time we do have together while you’re visiting the SARF Spa.
Oh, Felix, don’t be sad. Don’t stare down your snout at me with those little brown eyes of yours.
Come on, let’s go shopping for material for that new nose of yours. It’ll cheer us up.
What’s that? You want to give me another hug? Another one? Well, of course you can, Felix. That’s perfectly acceptable.