Shakespeare was back at the clinic today.  I heard him coming too.  He really barks a lot; "I'm here, I'm here, pet me, pet me"  was mostly what he said.  I guess his heartworms didn't slow him down at all.  In fact, Vonnie had to give him an extra-special pink treat to help make him sleepy. So much for that.
Bea and I had hoped that the treatment for heartworms was over after last month.  Not so.  According to mother, they don't want to kill the worms too quickly.  Imagine that, keeping worms alive on purpose: tasty, squiggly little worms.  Mother says if the worms die too quickly that Shakespeare could have "an anaphylactic reaction", which means drop over dead.  As much as I get tired of hearing Shakespeare howl on and on, I wouldn't want that to happen.  So he spent the whole day here again: bark, bark, bark, one quick poke in the back and then bark, bark, bark.  I really don't see how the worms could even want to live in his heart, I can barely stand one day in the same clinic.