Friday

Friday, Friday, Friday! I love Friday! I don't know why but mother says so, so it must be true. Fridays start the same as any other day. But on Fridays there is a warm feeling in the clinic, more smiling and it's the only day to find tasty muffin crumbs on the floor.
Fridays are usually the day when the fewest number of pets visit the clinic. Today was no exception. Vonnie brought Nicky her chocolate lab, to help keep us company. For a big dog, he really acts like a puppy! He follows Vonnie, whines for Vonnie, and shakes a lot when my mother does her testing. Nicky is covered with bubbles all over his body and mother tried her best to pop every one of them. None of the bubbles would pop, so after nine tries, she gave up.
Becky came for her weekly bath. I still didn't a chance at her eye goop, but it's always fun to watch another dog get the soap treatment. Better her than me, I always say.
The day was pretty uneventful until the end. Irwin the golden retriever came in to pick up some medicine. But instead of the normal panting and shaking that the nervous dogs have, Irwin was awake one minute and fast asleep the next. He must have been dreaming instantly too because his legs were running, his mouth was chomping and drool was flying everywhere. Most dogs don't sleep like this in the front of the clinic and pretty soon everyone was out there to watch. Mother put some liquid medicine up Irwin's back end, and then he was awake again; dazed, but awake. Irwin stayed with us until the end of the day. He was really confused and kept wondering how to get home. "Home, home, home" was all he would say. What felt like weeks later, his dad came to take him home. Why he fell asleep at the clinic, instead of his own den is something I'll never understand.
All I can say is that I hope mother doesn't try waking me up like that tonight. Maybe I'll sleep under the bed with Bea.