I have to say that the past few days I have felt mostly ignored. I'm so glad to have a blog where at least I can be heard. Sometimes I try to be heard at the clinic, usually when strange people walk by the villa, but mother never wants to hear what I have to say. The past few days have been especially bad because we've had so many visitors. And not just the short-visit visitors that come for the treats, or to get their nails done, we've had overnight guests occupy the villas next me and Bea.


I've told you about Downy the cat. He finally got to go home last night. He must have felt more like his old self (despite his recent operation) and got the white room off his head once he got home. He wouldn't let his mother put it back on, so he came by today just long enough to growl, scream and flail while the white cone got replaced around his neck. Downy's mom gave Sweet Sally the update that he was eating and using his litterbox, although more often than before. Sweet Sally and mother were satisfied with this and allowed Downy to go back home again. I can't say that I was sad to see him go.

Mother spent most of her day fawning over a small curly-haired dog named Kumquat. Kumquat stayed for the day and had her spay procedure done. After her nap, Sweet Sally found the softest, warmest bed for Kumquat to lie in. When Kumquat whined, mother held her. Kumquat wanted for nothing. Sure she was cute and all, but I couldn't see why the mound of black curls was deserving of special attention. “Just because she's part poodle, doesn't mean she's better than everyone else” Vonnie chided my mother. This comment, like all the others before it were dismissed as if never heard. Vonnie told me later that mother once had a poodle dog, reportedly the best dog to have ever lived, and from then on any dog resembling a poodle held my mother's favor. If I hadn't seen her with Kumquat I would never have believed it myself: two adorable little dogs like me and Bea waiting patiently in our villa, and mother spent her whole day carrying and comforting the poodle. Just when you think you know who your mother is, you find out you don't know her at all! I may have to look into doing something with my hair to make it curly.

Shakespeare also came to spend the day....again. Shakespeare is the barking, whining, recovered from heartworms, can't live without Vonnie pomeranian. Vonnie brought him today to “finally have his nub-nubs removed. I've been waiting months for this” she announced. Shakespeare confided in me that although he's glad to have a new home with Vonnie, that he was confused about the repeat visits to my clinic. Every stay he gets poked with sharp metal sticks in new and different places. Shakespeare lives in fear of two things; time spent without Vonnie, and time spent with Vonnie at this clinic. I didn't have the heart to tell him what today's procedure involved. Smartly, mother and Vonnie gave Shakespeare enough pinch medicine to keep him in a sleepy haze all day. He dreamt of snapping turtles and was convinced when he woke that one particularly large turtle had bit him right between his legs. I never did tell him that what Vonnie referred to as “nub-nubs” were gone-gone for good.