The first trip there went fine. They did a quick admiration of how fit I am and took some blood. (They didn't give it back, by the way.) I got Stinky Goodness Treats after that then they said they'd see me "tomorrow" at 0730. Hmm. Again the next day? Ohh... yeah. That's when I understood what was going on.
When I got home, Cam was there to greet me!
|"I missed you while you were gone, Zimmie!"|
"Right back at you, kid!"
We made up for the hour I was gone with a little bit of this:
And some of this:
(I might look fierce there, but that's just how we play.)
Then I gave Cam the news:
|"Cam. I'm going to be at the dentist all day tomorrow!"|
"Oh, Zimmie, no! I won't have ANY fun without you here!"
Then Mom gave ME the other news:
|"What do you mean 'no playing crazed river otter games for 2 weeks'?!?"|
Seriously. Never once did I hear the vet who did my dental say I wasn't allowed to act like a crazed river otter for two weeks! I would have remembered her saying those words. Really.
|"Oh, my! It's going to be a LOOOOOONG two weeks!"|
Mom is hoping our heat breaks so we can go on big adventures in the afternoons that will "wear us out". Doesn't she know extra walks just fuel us crazed river otters?!?!