Mondays...

Mondays are really becoming the days to catch up with old friends.

Fluffy came by for a visit. I know that she doesn't consider us friends but I'm always happy to see her. Something about the way she shakes and is always looking for her mom and the front door tells me that the feeling is not mutual. Her skin is growing back now, and she doesn't smell like the old meat in the garbage any more. I guess I should be happy for the white ball of fluff, but I am going to miss seeing her around.

Taco and Alice also came by. Alice wasn't near as worried as Taco, or if she was she didn't show it. Last time she was here she had to get lots of pinches and pokes and didn't even get to go to the happy napping place. Taco on the other paw got to have a nice long nap, but was too busy looking for his dad to really enjoy it.. He must have liked the way it made his mouth feel because he was all smiles today.   He wasn't about to let his dad out of his sight today either. Mother barely got to look in his mouth and he was back under dad's legs saying, “Is it time to go Dad? I think it must be time to go? Alice can stay if you want, but me and you really need to get going!”. This time Taco was right; he and Alice got to go right back home.

We also got to meet some new friends, and by new friends I mean the kind that still smell new with the sweet breath, the tiny sharp teeth and that playful pawing way they introduce themselves. Bea knows all about the new dogs. She had several litters of baby dogs herself. She doesn't miss them at all. Bea says, “Puppies are nothing but work, work, work. They just get to eat and sleep and I have to do all the work” Funny though, as soon as Bea sees one of the new dogs she wants to hold it down and start cleaning it, almost like she can't help herself. Sometimes, I let Bea pretend that I'm one of her puppies and let her clean my ears. I figure that it's the least I can do.

We met one big puppy today, a yellow Lab named Marilyn. She was as happy and friendly as any puppy I'd ever met. “I've been coming to clinics like this a lot” Marilyn offered as she was introducing herself, “it all started when I had to make the yellow liquid all the time, and it tickled when I went. My mom had told me over and over to only go outside, but I couldn't help myself. That was when I had my first visit to one of these pet clinics. I've been getting the special bitter treats ever since. I guess mother's getting tired of giving them to me, that's why we came to your clinic.”. I overheard mother discussing the problem with patient Pam: “They've been medicating this dog for over a month now. The puppy's better but according to her records the urine samples still show evidence of pus.” Pam informed Dr. Mom. So mother went into the examining room to take a look at Marilyn. “I think I've found the problem” mother advised Marilyn's mom “her girl parts are all tucked up making pus in the folds. That's probably what they're seeing in the urine to make them think the infection is still there. Allow her to grow up and come into heat and likely everything will unfold.” mother advised. Both Marilyn and her mom were relieved that there would be no more bitter treats. I was confused about the girl parts and coming in to heat. I tried to ask Bea. She just held me down and started licking my ears again.