Lucy and I had to come into the clinic for our Heartworm/Lyme test a couple of weeks ago. Mom said that I should definitely be negative since I was on the stuff that protects me. But, apparently since Lucy was a stray Mom was happy to find that she was negative for everything. We have no idea what Lucy’s medical history was before she came to us – and Lucy, not being much for the academic medical stuff doesn’t remember… not that if she did remember she would be able to tell Mom.
I do like coming to work with Mom. Stella Francis is usually there, and it usually tastes good at some point. I don’t like it when they put me on a table. A table means something is going to happen. It might just mean that you are going to have your nails trimmed… but it might mean that you are going to have a boring afternoon of grooming that you didn’t plan for… or worse yet - they are going to poke you with a needle or something. I don’t like needles, but Mom says I am an easy guy to get along with… and she kisses my face… and holds me really still...so I don’t move.
Lucy likes coming to work too… but she likes even more going home. Lucy worries a little that she won’t get to go home again. I told Lucy that she is silly - Mom and Dad won’t leave you at the clinic for long. Lucy worries even more than I do when she gets put on a table. Lucy goes all stiff and awkward like a tree. I told Lucy that even if they have to poke you that all the techs really love us and will give us lots of treats. Lucy says she can’t eat on a table. I think it is OK to eat ON a table. Mom says we just aren’t allowed to eat OFF the table. I could eat anything, anywhere… just not always my kibble… it is boring. But, I love Stella.