Pup, am I glad to be back at the clinic! It was another long weekend at the den. I spent most of the time either chasing Bea under the bed, or nestled in our cozy cave. Not even any visitors to drop snacks on the floor this time.

The night before the big weekend, mother helped out at her friends hospital where the large cats run wild. Since it was only for the morning, Bea and I stayed in the cave at home, but got the full update when mother returned. It was a quiet stay except that she had to remove a bloody lump from an old man Greyhound named Zephyr. I overheard her telling father, that the dog just lied there while she put in a local and removed the lump. I don't know what a local is but I definitely wouldn't lie there while mother put one in me!

Today was back to our barkingly busy clinic. Mother said that all of the pets that are usually sick after Thanksgiving and Christmas decided to show up today instead. Everyone was bringing up the kibbles. A little Yorkie named Peter was sick from staying in a kennel over the holiday, and an old lady dog named Rikki acted like the room wouldn't stop moving and kept drooling, falling over and getting sick. Mother also treated a long haired Chihuahua named Flapper who had hurt her back doing too much jumping over the holiday and now her back leg wasn't lifting anymore, only dragging. Cash and Sugar were cats that mother said “had too much stress” over the weekend and now were sneezing, sneezing, sneezing.

Alfalfa came back in to have surgery with Dr. Quinn, surgery woman. Dr. Quinn had to remove the ball part of Alfalfa's hip so it could go back to being in the right place and not hurting anymore. Again, not so much as a yipe from the tough little Maltipoo.

It was an unexpected whirlwind of a day that went by so fast I barely even realized how much time had passed. And that's big for a dog, to us even a few minutes feels like an eternity. Yep, it's good to be back!