Penny anyone?

The bark must be out.  Every pet and their person stopped by today to see the new and improved clinic.  Some came for their happy visits too, and despite getting the pokes tails kept wagging. 

We had one very scared visitor today too.  She was a 9 year old black lab mix and her name was Penny.  At first I thought she was scared thinking my parents might hurt her.  It was only a short while later that I realized why she was really scared.
"She's just too much for us" Penny's mom pleaded.  "My husband's disabled and can no longer care for her.  I'm so busy caring for him, that I can't care for her.  And now her back end is bleeding.  We think she should be put to sleep."  Bea instantly cringed at hearing this.  I didn't think twice, knowing that mother gives out sleeping pinches every day.  The difference was, that pets wake up from mother's sleeping pinches.  Once Bea told me what this lady was really talking about, I understood why Penny was so scared.
Mother examined Penny, who had to wear a muzzle because she was afraid for her life -- literally.  "It looks like the blood is coming from an infected anal gland.  We can treat that with antibiotics and she'll get better right away" mother advised.  But the news that Penny's problem was easily fixed did not register as happy  news to Penny's family.  "We just can't take care of her any longer.  She's afraid of people and other dogs.  None of the shelters will take her.  What are we supposed to do?" Penny's mom ranted.  Mother looked into Penny's frightened eyes and said "If we can find a shelter to take her, will you agree to not have her euthanized?"  And that was how Penny came to stay at our clinic.
Mother called one of her friends at Canine Castaways; the same place that Aunt Becky came from.  She agreed to keep Penny until they could judge for themselves if she was too scared to live.  I've heard of being afraid for your life, but I never knew that being so afraid could cost you your life. 

Mother says that anyone who might like to give her another chance should call the clinic on Monday.  Penny's resting quietly in one of the villas now.  She turns her back to us, but is otherwise pretty calm.  I'm sure she would say 'thanks' if she could.

Cold weather is back, and pets and their people must be staying snuggled safely in their dens.  Our clinic was strangely empty today, especially after our busy past few weeks.  It was a nice break since Bea, mother and I got to sleep in.  Actually the new clinic was the patient today.  Mr. Kirk came in to "dress it up" as mother would say.  I sniffed around but didn't see a single new dress in the place, but things sure do look different.  Mother says change is good.  Bea says nothing good comes when things change, and likes to have the exact same routine day in and day out.  I still haven't made up my mind yet.  I have smelled some of the good snacks closer to the ground, so I think change might be good after all.

We did get updates from some of our recent visitors.  Turns out that Teagan the golden retriever didn't have cancer after all.  Lots of tests were done, and so far the humans seem really sure what Teagan doesn't have, but no one really knows what she does have.  Teagan doesn't mind too much.  The look of relief on her parents face when they found out it wasn't cancer has kept her in good spirits despite it all. 




Donatello came back for another black and white picture of his leg.  Mother says "it looks good" and for the first time in a month, Donatello did not have to have a wrap on his leg.  He was ecstatic.  "You don't know how hard it's been to do my ninja moves with that thing on my leg.  Wait 'til they see what I can do now!" he beamed as he trotted home.  There are some things I just don't share with mother, no point in worrying her.

One final update, Shadow's test on her yellow marking liquid came back free of the bugs.  So Sweet Sally bought Shadow a big bag of new food to keep the crystals away.  Wonder what I have to do to make some crystals in my marking liquid?

JJ came in to the clinic today.  He's one of our regulars.  Sweet Sally brushes his teeth once a week, but despite all her hard work, the brown crust kept building on his teeth.  So he came in to have his teeth cleaned -- not that he knew that when he arrived.   His signature move is a whole body wiggle.  I think he's trying to wag his tail, but it ends up that his whole body wiggles instead.  Everyone thinks he's "just the cutest thing".

He was also the bravest thing for all of his pokes, and he woke up from his nap with out some much as a whine.  Of course, as a toy dog, I would expect nothing less.  JJ knows how to represent.  My dad seems to totally love the little guy. 

Of course, all the attention served only to make Bea jealous.  I am always secure knowing that I am my family's one true love.  JJ may have a cute wiggle, but nothing compared to me.

Poor Bea, she only has a little nub of a tail that barely shakes.  So when she got the chance to jump into dad's arms, she took it.  Little did she realize that Sweet Sally was coming for some of the sweet smelling anal sac essence.  Be careful what you wish for Bea, that's all I can say. 

Yesterday I told you all about Shadow's visit, and barely mentioned my good buddy, Gomer.  He was dropped off at our clinic one day, by some nice people who had found him wandering down the road.  It was love at first site for Sweet Sally, who knew right away that Gomer belonged in her family.  Shadow accepted him right away too, which was big for Shadow seeing as she usually picks fights with smaller dogs.  Everyone thinks Shadow is Gomer's mother, which is just fine by Gomer.  In fact, he'll let anyone be his mother if you have food, or are offering to pet him, or have food, or a squeaky toy, or some food....

One of the things I like best about Sally's kids is that they are mixed like me.  Sweet Sally did a test on Shadow's red syrup to find out exactly what kind of mix Shadow was; turns out she's American Eskimo whatever that is. 
Sally's been saving up to run the same test on Gomer, and for her birthday, she got her wish.  Gomer's red syrup went off in an envelope and soon we will all know just what his parents looked like.  Most of the bets seem to be on Beagle, but the other half is the real mystery.

He certainly has the beagle persistence. Yesterday, Gomer came along for the ride to keep Shadow company.  To occupy him, he was allowed to have a squeaky toy.  In all of his vigorous play he would push the toy just out of his reach.  But Gomer's not one to take 'no' for an answer, and before anyone realized what had happened he'd chewed his leash in half getting to the toy.  His effort and dedication was truly impressive.  I knew then that he must be half Brussels Griffon. 

After all, we Brussels always get what we want.

Another week ended and no Friday blog.  Mother spent the night working at an emergency clinic and all Bea and I got to see was the inside of our cozy cave.  I gave the typing thing a whirl but only mother can seem to translate what I want to say into the written word.
I think everyone was busy enjoying the beautiful weather today, because the inside of our clinic was pretty empty.  The only pets that came to see us were the itchy ones.  Dad says it's cause of the pollen in the air.  Pollen doesn't seem to bother me any, or Bea for that matter.  Come to think of it, all the pets that came in today for ear problems were some form of bull dog, both english and pitt.  Looks like the tough dogs may not be so tough after all.

Since we had some free time this morning, Sweet Sally went home to get her furry children and brought them for a visit.  Their names are Gomer and Shadow.  Gomer is a complete sweetheart but Shadow always licks her lips when she looks my way, and I don't think it's to give me a kiss.
Shadow had to get some pokes and some of the red syrup taken.  Also Sally got some of Shadow's marking liquid and found that Shadow had crystals.  Sweet Sally says "having crystals in your urine is like peeing glass". Mother says "girls dogs usually only have crystals for one reason -- infection".  So poor Shadow had to go upside down while father poked her belly to get even more of the yellow liquid.  Sweet Sally whispered into Shadow's big ears the whole time. "It's ok Shadow, just one more poke, we need to see if you have an infection.  If the culture turns out negative, you get to try a special diet to make the crystals go away for good!"  You have to paw it to Sally, she finds the good side of just about any situation. 
Of course, knowing that Shadow likes to munch on little dogs, I thought seeing Shadow on her back was the good side of that situation.

Mother was busy up to her elbows in dog mouths again today.  Actually the dogs were all my size so only her hands seemed to disappear in the sleeping dogs jaws.  Watching mother and Vocal Vonnie work on pets teeth you'd really have to know that they were even working on a dog because to look at them all you see is a heating blanket covered in wires and tubes. Mother says "Keeping the little guys warm while they're asleep is one of the most important parts of the procedure". It makes perfect sense to me.  I love to be warm. My favorite place to sleep is buried deep under layers of blankets. 

Vonnie says that one of the patients was famous.  Not famous like me; the star of a veterinary clinic with people waiting on my every need, but famous in that he was in a movie. The dogs name was Humphrey and apparently he starred in a movie about aliens that turned angry when they got wet.  Mother thought that he was super cute and adorable.  Not super cute and adorable like me, but still pretty good.  I was happy to know that even the famous pets get bad breath and need to have their teeth cleaned.  As it turned out, mother found another one of those buried missing teeth in Humphrey and he's going to have to visit the special tooth doctor to have it removed.  I didn't have to remind Bea that all my teeth came in perfectly and not one of my baby teeth had to be extracted. I had to paw it to mother though, that Humphrey dog had a certain I don't know what. I will keep a look out for him after his dentist visit, maybe he can give me some pointers on how to start my own movie career. I'm pretty sure that I was meant for the spotlight!

Finally a day with a more normal pace.  Mother was able to spend time with all of her visitors today.
Kris spent the morning with us, and finally had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't getting any of the good people food in his bowl.  He still followed my dad around like a lost puppy, but considering his long sleep and teeth removal procedures yesterday, he was in good spirits.  At least I thought so until his real parents came to get him; then his generally happy demeanor turned into true joy.  He bounced to greet them with his tail waving like a flag.  I was glad to see him reunited with his parents -- not only because his attachment to my father was more than a little threatening, but also because I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
My mother's mother, Nana, brought Aunt Becky for her weekly soap treatment too.  Vocal Vonnie had been badgering Nana to make her something called pot roast.  Today Vonnie got her wish.  Nana brought clanky pots filled with the stuff, enough for everyone.  Everyone except me and Bea, I guess.  I do have to tell you that it smelled better than anything I've ever smelled before.  Better than a fresh bag of lean treats, Bea's ear wax or even newly made rabbit droppings.  Vonnie ate some right in front of me, and I could tell by her expression that it tasted every bit as good as it smelled.

Patient Pam had a bad case of the hiccups which is funny enough considering it's Pam. She gets embarrassed so easily.  But funnier still was watching all the people chime in to help her with her affliction.  "Hold your ears closed while you drink water" one said, "No, no, no, you have to drink upside down."  "Take a spoonful of sugar and slowly suck on it" Nana chimed in.  Shortly after, Pam was sucking on some sugar and her bouncing belly came to rest.  "Wow, it really worked"  Pam raved. 

So Nana was the hero of the day, to everyone but Becky that is.  She still had to have her soap treatment, and she still smells like old cheese.  Some problems just can't be fixed!

  It was a long day, and I don't just mean in dog time.  The morning was set to be busy as it was; a cocker spaniel mix named KC was scheduled to have a funny smelling lump removed, and it was Kris' big day.  No one had told Kris that the real reason he was staying with us was to have mother make his breath smell better.  He was his normal loud self this morning telling everyone that he didn't get his breakfast.  Of course, the sight of my father put Kris at ease and he barely noticed the pinches and the pokes and before I knew it the barking was replaced with snoring.  Three hours later, Kris was back but with fresh breath and missing a few teeth.  I think he must have spent his sleeping time dreaming about my dad, because he was wagging his tail from the moment he woke up.  And even though his nose was stuck in the window of the villa, his stubby little legs just kept trying to walk.
In addition to the scheduled visitors, we had a some unexpected ones: a kitten not using her leg, a maltese with a sore back, a boxer with a large spleen and a round belly, and a cat draining pus from it's face. 
The humming machine that takes the black and white pictures was used so many times today it felt like it was still humming long after it was shut off.
I never thought that I'd be so glad to see my cozy cave at the den.  I definitely think those snow birds mother keeps talking about brought more with them than just their fleas. 

You won't hear any complaints from me -- barking maybe, but no complaints.  The more pets I meet, the more I realize how special I am.  In fact, it finally dawned on me, that I put the 'ron' in Heron Creek!

Sorry about Friday's blog.  Mother was out late and despite my repeated nudging I just could not get her to type the blog for me.  I usually just sit on her lap and tell her what to type, but I may have to figure out how to type on my own.  I mean what good is it for a dog to find her voice, if she can't share it.

This weekend we had a visitor that definitely didn't mind sharing his voice;  his name is Kris and he is an old man Dachshund.  His folks had to head up north to "settle someone's estate", so he got stuck with us -- or so he barks.  Most of the time he barked about how alone he was, why won't anyone pay attention to him, bark, bark, bark.

 That was until Friday night when he met my father and fell head over hocks in dog love with my dad.  He looked longingly at him, as though he'd finally found what he'd been looking for.  The rest of the weekend at the den he followed my father around, only ate when he ate, and only slept when he could put his head on my dad's lap.  Whenever my father left the den, it was bark, bark, bark at the door until he got back. 

I really hope it's just a case of mistaken identity with Kris' real father, otherwise I don't know how my parents are going to explain to Kris' dad that he's fallen in love with someone else. Besides our cozy cave is only big enough for me and Bea.

David the lab with the bubbly ear came back in today to have all the strings removed from his ear flap. He's been such a good sport about the whole thing but really hates the white room on his head.  The spring in his step and his hearty tail wag spoke volumes about how excited he was to be getting out of the white room. "I can't wait, I can't wait" he panted in unison with his tail thumping on the wall.  "My dad thinks this thing on my head is funny.  He keeps throwing treats over my head, and I know they land right behind me 'cause I can smell them, but when I turn around they're gone.  I'm going to get him back though.  Just wait until he smells something he can't find.  We'll see who's laughing then." I was barely listening to the panting ranting of the crazy black lab. That was until the white room came off and treats showered out from behind his head. I can't help but wonder if David's revenge will smell as sweet.

Cats! I do not understand the fascination people have with cats. They don’t come when they’re called, I’ve never seen one do a single trick, or even sit when asked, and they smell like a mix of skunk and pine trees. We’ve had two cats staying with us for the past two days, and all I smell is cat. Vocal Vonnie says tom cats smell especially strong. Well, they were tom cats before mother gave them the sleepy pinch and removed their smelly parts. Sweet Sally and Patient Pam worked around the clock changing their bed pans, taking out the garbage and spraying fruity spray. And then all I could smell was fruity cat.

The brothers Cat have been having a great time in the new condos. Bea and I refer to our den away from the den as a ‘villa’. We have plenty of room to sleep, wrestle, eat, and sleep some more but if we have a villa, these cats have a mansion. Each condo has 3 rooms, and then there are doors that open to allow the brothers to share space, with open access to all 6 rooms. They also have actual windows, and no bars on them. I love windows. They’re great for making nose prints.

It might be nice to be a cat and get to stay in one of those fancy new condos. That is, unless I had to smell like they do, nothing could be worth that!

You would think that my parents would be satisfied working with dogs and cats.  Our furry faces and wagging tails offer rewards far beyond any other job they could be doing.  But recently I've seen more and more visitors that I'm worried about.   The other day we had one of the small humans playing in the apartments, and then today there was two of them.  They have no tails to wag, but do seem to smile and giggle while lounging in the villas.  I truly hope that mother isn't thinking about treating them too. 

There was also one of the small humans in one of the rooms today.  He was here with his best friend, Allie, a Cane Corso puppy that is bigger than him.  Vocal Vonnie thought that it would keep the little human busy to feed him.  There is some super delicious dog food in the drawers in the rooms, that is only for the small humans; they really seem to love it.  Well, the little human seemed to love it a little too much, and started to behave more and more like one of us. 

Sad for him, he'll never have a tail as lovely as mine. 

Never a dull moment at our clinic!  Sweet Sally was off today learning about large animals; and when I say large animals I don't just mean the large furry ones that come in here with heads as big as my whole body.  Sally is off learning how to take red syrup and trim nails on horses and cows.  Vocal Vonnie has been off for a few days too.  Patient Pam was to be in charge of everything and she got into a car accident!.  Luckily, she was ok, and worked like a trooper despite the drama.
Mother and father say they really like having technicians around to take care of things.  They always think that their job is hard, but when they have to do the technicians' job too, I think they realize how good they usually have it.  We didn't have any sick visitors today, which was good.  In fact, we sort of had a family reunion.  We had two different Brussels Griffon dogs visit, both the type that look like Bea.  I absolutely love when they visit. It's not just that I feel like I'm surrounded by my genetic heritage, but there's just so much facial hair to pull.  One thing about those hairy Brussels is that there's more to love -- more facial hair that is.

I have yet to meet one that really looks like me.  Mother was looking on the computer the other day and found a picture of what she says is my dog father.  Sadly, he was in the top ten ugliest dog categories.  Mother says "one persons' ugly, is another ones cute" which I guess is supposed to make me feel better.

We also had an unquestionably cute visitor today.  Her name was Sambuca and she was a black Springer spaniel puppy.  Sambuca came from a pet store. Mother says  "If you looked up the word 'cute' in a book, Sambuca's picture would be there".  I think she just says stuff like that because she knows I don't read!
Anyway, Sambuca was here for her first puppy visit, and although she was cute on the outside, mother found that the puppy had problem knees and an infection in her marking liquid.  It just made me realize that how you look on the outside is not always an indication of what's inside.  After thinking about that, I don't mind being related to one of the ugliest dogs, especially because it goes without barking how cute I am on the inside!

What a weekend. Mother went away to something called a conference.  Apparently that's a place where you go to sit around all day, get really tired and then save up all the talking for when you get home.  I don't think I've ever heard mother talk as much as when she's been away from my dad for a whole weekend.  I know that you're thinking it's strange that father didn't go to the conference.  Daisy had to stay in the clinic for the weekend getting lots of fluid pumped into her arm, so dad stayed with her -- literally.  We all did!  Bea, father and I had a sleepover with Daisy on Saturday night.  I can honestly tell you that the clinic is a lot more fun during the day.  I've never heard the place so quiet.
All of dad's hard work seemed to have paid off, Daisy was perky today and all her red syrup results are back to normal.  Mother stayed busy today seeing lots of itchy dogs.  Father says it's the pollen in the air, mother says it's the snow birds bringing fleas with them.  I did not know that birds got fleas, but if mother says it, you know it's true.

The funniest patient we had today was a regal looking mixed breed dog named Cleopatra.  The funniest thing was that she didn't know that she was a dog at all.  She came in to see mother because her ear had been itchy.  And while she deigned to have mother do the examination on the floor, as soon as it was over, Cleo was back on the bench.  There was barely any room left for Cleo's mom, but that didn't seem to bother Cleopatra any.  I've got to paw it to that one, if I could pull that move at home I could get the whole bed to myself!  Bea said she didn't think mother would go for it.  I say what's the harm in trying!

Rain or shine furry friends and their people keep stopping by to visit the new clinic. Sadly, no one has made enough of a fuss to get me and Bea sprung from our villa with no view, in the back.
Daisy, who was here on Tuesday, came back in because she was bringing up her kibbles and not feeling well.  Father says it was some of the pain medication making her sick, so she had to stay to get "flushed out".  Poor Daisy, just when she thought she'd run out of legs for them to cut on, they found a new reason to make her stay at the clinic. Well, maybe this will help convince her that she doesn't have to have a procedure everytime she visits.
Barking of surgery patients, one of my former den guests came to visit father today.  His name is Downy, and a couple of months ago he had to have the procedure that makes the boy parts look like girl parts.  "His urine looks like there's blood in it again," Downy's mom relayed.  "I really hoped after the surgery that all of this would be behind him."  Father had to explain, "Downy's bladder is the problem, and even though we made the plumbing bigger so he won't get blocked when his bladder gets inflamed, we still have to figure out how to control his cystitis."  Lucky for Downy (well lucky for all of us really) he didn't have to stay.  He got poked with fluids under his skin, and medicine in his leg and he was off.

We also had a repeat visit from Teagan.  She was the young Golden Retriever with the large lymph node.  After a week of medication, the lymph node was the same size, and mother found some new lymph nodes to be enlarged as well.  Mother convinced Teagan's family to take her to another doctor called an On-call-ogist.  The family didn't really want to go, they're afraid of their little girl having to have surgery, but underlying that I can smell the fear that they're really worried about the possibility that Teagan has cancer.  "Whatever the diagnosis, we'll handle it together" mother comforted, and for the first time I started to smell some fear from her too.

Another day, another load of laundry, and then another, and then another.  So far no one has heard my repeated pleas to get moved back to our old apartment. 
Both my parents were super busy today too. I guess that's a good thing considering we'd recently had days on end where no one had anything to do it seemed but trim my nails.  I hate having my nails trimmed.  Now, don't get me wrong,  I don't scream and yell and have a fit like some of the dogs that come here.  But I don't hate it any less than they do, I just have more pride. 
We saw some of our favorite visitors recently.  Fluffy came back with her dog boyfriend, Lion.  She looked great, all white and perky and fluffy!  The scars remain where the rottweiler sunk his teeth in, but she has made a full recovery. 
Donatello, the pitbull puppy came clunking in today too.  I could hear his plastic foot clomping in, from all the way in the back room. His mom says the splint has barely slowed him down.  He was a little nervous getting his wraps changed but mother says "it's looks good," so that's all we can hope for right now.

One of the bravest dogs we saw was a dainty Australian shepherd named Meadow.  Meadow had been up all night, and so had her parents.  "It's the weirdest thing, one minute she'll be lying down and the next she jumps up, starts running around acting like she's painful, then she expresses her anal glands and calms down again."

My dad was puzzled.  He couldn't find anything wrong with Meadow when he checked her over. 

Then he took some black and white pictures, and everything was perfect.
Meadow was really tolerant for all the tests too.  The look on her face told the story.  I think she was more embarrassed than anything.

I finally got the chance to sneak over to her villa and she gave me the scoop.  "I think I've been sleepwalking lately.  I keep dreaming that I'm being chased by an alligator and the only way to make it stop is to spray my anal glands. I know my mom must think I'm crazy!  I just wish I could tell her not to worry." 
After hearing that, I was glad to go back to my villa in the small room, well away from the next eruption of the unpredicable anal glands.  It's true what they say, anal glands only smell good to the one releasing them.

I am totally confused by the whole clinic expansion thing.  The clinic is new, and lots bigger, but Bea and I got moved into a smaller room.  Then my aunts Tara and Becky came to visit, and they were stuck in the small room with us.  Then Ruben and Kali came for a play date and they got stuck in the small room too.  Our villa is the same size and everything but our view is no longer of the front door and all it's visitors.  Instead we have an excellent view of the washing machine. 
I overheard mother say something like, "There's just been too many workmen in and out still.  Those dogs go crazy whenever they see a stranger and until we move in more furnishings, the sound really echos."  I admit to not understanding most of what mother says, but the gist of it all is that my work as watchdog and official greeter is not only not appreciated, but no longer tolerable.  I could hardly believe it. I know my voice sounds better bouncing off all the new walls. In fact, I'm so sure of it that I've been barking all the time since I've been moved to the smaller room.  I don't want mother to go without the wonderful sound of my voice, so I'm making every effort to be heard on the other side of the door. 
If you want to help my effort, be sure to come by the clinic and ask "Where's Ronnie?"  That way mother will have to give us the villa with the good view again.  Please don't forget me;  I'm counting on you!

Nap today, make bad breath go away!

Our first full day in our new clinic and things were hopping.  Some cats and dogs came in for happy visits, and they and their people were all thoroughly impressed with our new digs.
We had a cute girl poodle named Adeline come in for the "nap today, make bad breath go away" treatment.  She's been here every year for the treatment and this is the first year she didn't have to have any teeth removed.  She was not as impressed as everyone else by the new place though.  In fact, she didn't seem to think it was a new place at all.  From the moment she came in, she started shaking and mumbling, "not again, not again."  Adeline was much perkier when she left at the end of the day though; happy to be going home, but even happier to be going home with the same number of teeth she came in with.  My mother was pleased too, last year she'd had to remove 7 of Adeline's rotten teeth, so things were much improved from last year.  "Our dental products keep getting better.  This year we're sending people home with the dental sealant but included in the purchase is a guarantee that we'll apply it for you every week.  No more wrestling with your pet -- let us do all the work and be the bad guys," mother advised Adeline's mom.  "Her mouth is so much healthier this year, if we can find something for us to use in between cleanings she may not need us to clean her teeth next year!"  That was music to both Adeline and her mom's ears, and they both left with their tails wagging.

We also had a visit from Dr. Quinn, surgery woman.  One of our regular visitors, Daisy, a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix was born with bad legs.  My parents first met Daisy two years ago when she ripped out one of her nails.  Mother noticed then that Daisy's legs didn't work right.  That was before my time, but I heard Sweet Sally and Very Vocal Vonnie talking about how strange it was for a big dog's knees to pop out.  The knee popping thing is pretty common for us toy breeds, but because we're small, dainty and extra tough most of us don't need surgery.  Big dogs on the other paw, almost always do.  That's why Daisy was here today.  She'd had surgery on one knee two years ago and was in today to have the other leg done. 

Our new clinic didn't fool Daisy either.  She caught on right away what she was visiting today for.  You have to paw it to her though, she put up with everything, even the large purple bandage on her leg.  In fact, she's still at the clinic right now -- well, I guess for that matter so am I -- 10:30 at night.  She's resting quietly so I think we'll be able to go home soon and rest ourselves. 

So far our new clinic has been busy and filled with happy tail wagging endings.  I hope it will stay that way forever!

The strangest thing happened today.  Our clinic moved!  We drove the same way we always do.  We even parked in the same place we always do. But when we walked into our clinic, our sweet den away from den, it was a different clinic.  Some of it looked the same, but the new clinic that we trotted into was huge.  I thought I knew where I was going but I got lost.  Mother put Bea and I into our new villa, and although it smelled the same as before, our view was not the same. I also noticed that when I shouted my arrival to visitors that the sound of my voice seemed to carry a lot better.  I have to admit that I liked that part.
Mother seemed happy in the new place, although she kept scurrying around, moving things here and there trying to find just the right place. Sweet Sally worked steadily removing the layer of dust from every surface.
We did get some updates on some of our recent visitors too;  Donatello is getting along well with his bandaged leg.  He did manage to find a way to jump off the porch even with one leg all wrapped up.
Confetti's mom also called and told Sweet Sally that she was "thrilled to have her dog back!"  Just one more thing to make mother's day even better.
I'm just happy that we moved away from the other clinic with the loud thing living behind the wall.  I just know that this new clinic will be perfect for us!