My dad was super busy today.  The morning started off quietly with a girl black lab named Twinkie, having a procedure in the no-awake-dogs-allowed room.  She was an excellent guest and barely made a noise.
But the afternoon was as crazy as the morning was quiet.

It started with an old man Chihuahua named Lance.  He hadn't been feeling well for a few days.  "He's just not himself and he won't eat.  That's just not like Lance" his mom worried.  It only took a few moments for my dad to find the problems;  "Lance has a mass in his belly the size of a baseball, and he's missing a testicle.  There's a good chance that the missing testicle has turned cancerous and is causing Lance's issues." 
Lance got settled in an upstairs apartment while Sweet Sally started fluids running into his arm and took his red syrup for some tests.
From there it was one sick patient after another.  One coughing dog whose air pipe kept collapsing.  Then there was the big scary police dog, Luigi, who came in to have dad look at a bump on his back end.  He was ever the professional and took the whole exam in stride.  Luigi even did a demonstration for Vocal Vonnie of some of his police dog skills.  I didn't get to see it, but I heard Vonnie scream and then my dad was rolling on the floor laughing.  He said he'd never seen Vonnie so scared, she almost lost her yellow liquid!
Just when we thought all the visitors had gone, Downy the cat came in.  Downy was really sick last year when he couldn't get his yellow marking liquid out.  He even had to have his boy parts turned into girl parts so that he could go, and spent the weekend at my den recovering.  Downy's mom was worried that it was happening all over again.   Turns out that Downy was fine but needed help from Auntie Biotics.  It was a happy ending to an otherwise crazy day.  Lance had to spend the night and is set up for mother to open his belly tomorrow.  Stay tuned and I'll let you know what she finds.