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.