Another quiet day at the clinic.  The sweet smells once again filled the air as more, and more baked goods filled the hospital.  Can you believe not even one treat for me, or Bea for that matter?  After all, this blog doesn't write itself.  Does no one out there realize that dogs can celebrate Christmas too?  Mother certainly doesn't think we notice any of the festivities.  This is despite that fact that she insists on dressing us up like one of the decorations.   I must find a way to convince her that we notice the holidays, well, I guess I can't bark for Bea, admittedly she doesn't notice much, but certainly I do. 

I didn't mention one of our visitors yesterday.  She was a sad little Chihuahua named Ivana.  She was sad because she had jumped out of one of her boys arms and landed wrong, horibbly wrong.  Ivana had a puffy foot and hadn't put it down since she fell.  The reason I didn't mention her yesterday is because her stay with us was very short.  Mother was certain that there were broken bones in Ivana's paw, but her parents wouldn't let mother take any black and white pictures.  So she wrapped the foot in a big padded bandage, "just in case". 
The reason I thought to mention it today was because of a phone call Patient Pam took from Ivana's grandfather.  Apparently the story of Ivana's troubles had reached all the way to a land called Michigan, and now granddad wanted to know "just how broken is she?"  I didn't realize that a simple question would start mother on a tirade.  "Well, maybe if they'd let me take x-rays, I could tell them how broken the dog is.  Sorry, my x-ray vision was broken yesterday!" she barked on.  The best Pam could do was relay the message, "I'm sorry that Dr. Smith is not available to speak with you.  We could set a recheck exam and take some x-rays to better answer your questions" Pam offered.  "I'll have to think about it" was all Pam could get.
It dawned on me then that I had been whining about not getting treats, and poor Ivana had a likely broken, largely bandaged paw for Christmas.  Guess I should wag my tail for small favors.