I had a dog filled weekend. And you won't hear me bark one complaint. From my blog on Friday you know that I had a visitor at my den this weekend. Sambuca was lots of fun, but I never did understand the game he wanted me to play. It worked out well that the next day mother took him back to the clinic. Bea and I spent the rest of the weekend with my Aunts Tara and Becky. Usually I see Becky on my turf at the clinic where she specializes in shaking and drooling. She is a different dog in her own territory and a formidable opponent; I have to work very hard for every toy and treat. I was honestly dog-tired by the end of the day. Bea gets tired too, but for a different reason; she has to work hard to find hiding spots.


My parents went off to their special school in Orlando. This time they learned about drugs. I only know this because today at the clinic mother was busy rearranging and organizing all of the pills on the shelves. I don't think I'll ever understand higher education.

The clinic was filled with soothing white noise today. Bea was licking, Sambuca was snoring and Patient Pam was cleaning. Sweet Sally helped mother with some happy visits and all in all it was a nice day. Even our tiniest visitor, an old lady Pomeranian named Pixie, survived eating some of her mother's medication. At least that's what everyone thought. “The pills rolled under the oven” Pixie informed me as she fought to keep down the black charcoal syrup she had been forced to swallow, “why would I eat some bitter pills when I won't even eat dog food” she reasoned. I had to admit that sometimes the humans don't make any sense. I guess that's why my parents had to go to the extra school to understand the drugs. If only the school had known that the pills were under the oven, then Pixie would have been allowed to keep her kibbles down. Goes to show you, school can't teach you everything!