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. 
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.
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.
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