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!