Lots going on at the clinic today.  We had one old blind lady dog in to have her red syrup tested;  father thinks she has the Cushions disease and it caused her to lose her vision.
Dancing Debbie brought her son Prince in to have a pedicure done.  He was really good for it.  I hate having my toenails done.  It doesn't matter if they use the quick-snip tool or the grinder; I hate them both.  I've tried to bite the grinder before, but it doesn't make it stop.

Mother's tail would have been wagging today if it could have.  She's been working to make the clinic pretty and Mr. Kirk came by to help.  Before I knew it, the plain wall was transformed into the most glorious wall of food.  Food, food, as far as my eyes could see.  I could hardly believe it.  I'm pretty sure that if I was a human, water would have come to my eyes.  But instead the water just filled my mouth as I imagined myself scaling the shelves to sample each of the delights. 
Yep, I sure do like coming to the clinic.  And it just keeps getting better.