It seems like our weeks follow a pattern now; a quiet Monday and then a whirlwind Tuesday. And so another hurricane Tuesday rolled in. Mother spent the morning making the visitors nap with the help of some pinch medicine. The large American Bulldog, Bull, came in to have his boy parts removed. After he was done most of his parts looked the same, but it was as if mother just let the air out of the part between his legs. Bea said some of the girls she used to live with had teats that looked like that, especially after they'd had lots of babies, but she'd never see a boy grow anything like it.

Another dog, Smiley, came in and was soon snoring away with the help of mother's sleeping pinch. He had to have one of his big teeth removed. I'd overheard Smiley's mom talk about food falling out of Smiley's mouth, like it hurt him. Mother had found a broken tooth and spent the morning removing it.

When Smiley woke up he wasn't making much sense. He panted something about a dream involving a rock hitting him in the face, and that it didn't hurt him to pant anymore. I was happy to see that Smiley would be smiling again soon.

Dr. G, cat doctor, was also in full swing today. He had a pair of sister kittens come in for their first visit. They were not shy in the least and had a great time roaming around the visiting room. Mother spoke of them having a life-threatening disease, something called 'curiosity', but they didn't look the slightest bit sick to me. My dad let them leave with a smile and wave, so he must have thought that they looked ok too. I guess that's why they call him the cat doctor.