I really enjoyed my time at the clinic today.  It wasn't the number of pets that came in, but who they were.  My Aunts came for a visit!  I really don't get to see them enough.  Tara and I used to chew on each other on a regular basis, until Bea and Becky came into our lives.  Now we only get to see each other on holidays and other family outings.  Aunt Beck comes to the clinic every week for her soap treatment, but we don't usually talk much.  Becky is more of a barker anyway. 

The best part about today was that Tara and Becky were "due for their immunizations" as Sweet Sally put it.  Mother looked over the records and decided that each of them needed a full examination.  I watched in delight as mother opened their mouths, shone lights in their eyes and ears, pulled on legs, squeezed bellies, took the red syrup and snipped off nail bits.  Becky seemed to enjoy the attention, because to be honest, most people are afraid to touch her, so I think she's happy to get what she can get.  Tara, on the other paw, was afraid for her life.  She hid it well, but her constant shaking and the smell of fear gave it away.

Mother was fascinated by Becky.  She already had a list of problems that we knew about:  missing fur, covered with tiny black skin bumps that Vocal Vonnie always wants to pinch, smelling of cheese and a bad eye that makes green goo instead of tears.  Today, mother discovered one more problem; everytime Becky's right ear was touched the dog would cough and gag. "Add one more deformity to the list", mother said.  Nana says it's a face only a mother could love.  Well, maybe, but not my mother; I guess it's only a face a grandmother can love.