
"I love being a mom, and I love bringing kids into the world that will help others" Sweet Zanie told me "but I'm just as happy to leave them behind and start logging some serious nap time."
"True that" Bea barked in response. I barked up too, not because I know what having puppies is all about, but just because sometimes you have to bark.
We had three Zoe's visit today -- each very different. One Zoe was having fits that had recently gotten worse -- mother thought the full moon might be having some effect - either that or her brain was just built wrong. The other Zoe couldn't stop crying and had smelly tears so thickly attached to her face hair that mother had to cut them off. Her grandma said no to the tests, so Zoe got eye drops to make her feel better. I don't know if it was the moon or not that affected Zoe's grandma's decision, but I don't have another good explanation.

The third Zoe was a Persian cat. If you think that sounds like a fancy kind of cat, that's because it is. I have learned that Persian cats are very special and beautiful -- at least that's what Zoe says, and even though I don't think she had any nose at all, I'm pretty sure she kept it way up in the air. She wouldn't even let me get close for a sniff.
The humans have been acting strange too. Patient Pam and Vocal Vonnie were do the laughing about breast milk today and who's ever tried it. Pretty soon, Pam was glowing a startling shade of red and lying on the floor laughing, something about how everyone should try things that come out of your own body. Of course I agree with this; I routinely try to sample what comes out of Bea's body, but naturally when I do it no one seems to think it's funny.
Finally, the scary teenagers were doing a ritual type gathering in front of our clinic. Everyone inside was getting the fear smell and Vocal Vonnie had to call a man called the police to make them move. Now I don't know if we can blame the moon for that one, Vonnie just likes to get people in trouble. They should have just let me at them, I can be pretty scary you know.
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