Our clinic was filled to the brim with the pitter patter of happy feet.  And when I bark about feet, I mean feet, not paws, because the pitter patter was from lots and lots of human feet this morning.  Vocal Vonnie had arranged for a special meeting with Dr. Summit, the pet tooth doctor, and people came from all over to hear him speak.  He brought dog and cat skulls, lots of pictures of teeth and some delicious smelling breakfast snacks.  Bea and I were shuttled to our portable den in the back.  Mother sometimes does this when she wants to have people concentrate on something other than how cute Bea and I are. 

Of course, to add to the chaos of the human visitors we had several dog and cat friends staying for the day.  Giant Mikhail was still there.  His mom wanted to make sure that the smell of cat nuggets and red syrup was well under control before taking him back home.  While I adore the smell of him, mother was less than pleased that Mikhail's odor was the first impression her human guests got of the clinic. 
We've also had another furry friend visiting.  Mother calls it 'boarding' but our villas are much nicer than just some place made out of boards.  His name is Sambuca and he's a pekingnese.  His back went out a few years ago and he had to have special procedure done so he could walk again.  Now his back sometimes still bothers him and he has to get carried everywhere he goes.  None of mother's helpers seem to mind carrying him though.  He's got a cute short face like mine and his tongue's too big for his mouth.  Obviously not quite as adorable as me, but pretty close.
Mother says to bark a "Happy St.Patrick's Day" to everyone, especially people like Vonnie.  I think it's nice that the humans who like to talk a lot and come from a place called 'New York city' get their own day.  I wonder if there will be a Veronica day; everyone could wear large fluffy tails, have a dress-up-and-wag parade and we'd eat all the rabbit nuggets, lean treats and kibbles a pup could ever want.  Now that's my idea of a holiday!