Ho-hum.  Tuesdays!  Never much going on at the clinic on Tuesdays.
We've been seeing a lot of the same pet faces so I guess I could let you know how everyone's doing.

Bam-Bam spent one more night at the overnight clinic, and did well enough to go home the next day.   I overheard Patient Pam discussing Bam-Bam with her parents, through the black plastic machine on the wall.  They are making her special dinners every night now, and Bam-Bam is doing well.  That deserves a big sloppy kiss and lots of tail wags for the people at the overnight clinic, as well as for my dad and Patient Pam. 

Fluffy has been in and out almost everyday.  Last week,  mother made Fluffy take a long nap on the surgery table while she worked to remove more of the black, smelly meat left over from the old bite wounds.  When she was done, Fluffy acted like she was still dreaming of chasing squirrels while her sides looked like one big zipper, with plastic bits hanging out "to allow for drainage", mother said.  I know about zippers because my cosy cave at home closes with a zipper and if you get too close when it's closing you can trap you whiskers in it.  Bea knows all about it, but I sometimes forget.  Ouch!
Anyway, Fluffy came in again today.  Mother pulled her drains and she smells a little less like the garbage bin, and more like a dog, but I think she still has a long way to go.  I rarely feel bad for dogs, but Fluffy is so sweet -- seeing her all zippered up with that plastic cover on her head just makes me want to lick all her wounds better.  And not just because I think they would taste good, because that goes without saying, but I would really like to help her.  I think good things should happen to good dogs, so Fluffy just needs to get over this.
Speaking of bad things happening to bad dogs, Bosco was in the clinic over the weekend.  You remember Bosco, the one that likes the taste of Ruben's face?  Well he has always had a nose problem.  The kind of problem that makes him sneeze large amounts of green goo out of his nose.  My parents have always said that Bosco has "allergies".  Recently, his problems got worse and he started coughing. He developed pneumonia, which Bea says is when you cough so much you keep your parents up at night.   My dad started Bosco on "Auntie Biotics" and mother says Bosco is going to be "just fine" and will be able to bite Ruben again in no time. 
So we pretty much have had happy endings all around, at least for today.  Keep your paws crossed that things stay that way, especially for Fluffy....