Let me start out by saying that I don't mind the vet. Actually, everyone at the vet is extremely nice. Strangers want to hold me, and they go on and on (and on and on...) about how cute I am. They want to know what breed I am, where my parents got me, etc.
BUT... I hate the drive. HATE HATE HATE. The ride home is always better than the ride to the vet, mostly because I am so tired from being worked up for so long. I'm grateful that my parents found a closer vet to take me to. Now I go to the same vet as my good friend Meatball. And I weigh 8 lbs and 4 oz... that is 2 pounds in one week! The vet confirmed that I am right on track, smart for my age and very well behaved.
The good news about all of this? I am up to date with my shots, and the vet gave my parents some good advice about how to make me happy in the car. But I'm not exactly sure what Benedryl is...
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I found the URL to your blog at work! I was reading through the nice comments people leave about Bradshaw and I saw the link for your blog at the bottom of your comments sheet!
I'm one of the Animal Care Attendants there and I also have a blog for my pups! :)
Visit us sometime at:
bennyandbear.blogspot.com
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