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!