I used to squeak and whine when we parked here. I'm still exuberant about going in that door, but as soon as I'm inside, I want O-U-T. Furry strange, cause it wasn't like that
pre-G-L-O-V-E just about a year ago. Somehow, Mom got a happy face on me again though.
As we walk to the room where I meet the wonderful Dr. Bill, we pass the wall of fame. You can see where I am here.
Oh dear... don't look too happy here.
This is what is outside all the examining rooms - hope you like this, Norwood.
While Mom and Dr. Bill blab, I get distracted by all the cookies I'm getting heheh! See... as many of you know, I came to Ma and Pa riddled with kidney disease. The blood tests have shown me free of it since August 2008, but it's time to find out if there are still any traces. Plus, Mom thinks I've been slackin' a bit lately. So we're here for a (gasp) blood test and urinalysis.
I get more cookies! Yummmnnnnnn! (I really do like my doc!)
Doctor Bill has been taking care of Ma's and Pa's aminals for almost 20 years - all cats... well, except me. When I first came to my furever home, I met Dr. Bill. He'd been "out of the office" for a furry long time, which Ma didn't know. It was hard to make a date with him, cause he was recovering from brain cancer and just getting back to work. Amazingly, he has made an extraordinary recovery and today is on a full-time work schedule. We are so grateful that he is okay! He is a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious V-E-T! So, above are some beautiful letters to Dr. Bill from his clients, which we love to read when we come by. And me? Dr. B. called Ma the day after I visited and said I was perfect. Didn't Mary Poppins mention something about being "practically perfect?" I am so grateful yet again. Just call me Sammie Poppins. (Plus, of course, he got me through my GLOVE trauma!) Have a wonderful weekend, pals and wish me luck in another obedience trial tomorrow!