Kylee Goes to Doctor

Kylee met Doctor today! He wondered why she wasn't prepared to flop a giant blood ear tumor onto his floor. I jest, because we did from nervousness of being in the room we last (not me) saw Delilah in. We adore this doctor and we took a great deal of his time, to which he didn't once look at his watch. Everyone loved Kyles, and she naturally told him she was his queen until the needles came out.

We were offered the full "Puppy Pack" meaning cash and ... stuff. It came with a toothbrush, food, treats and a photo entitled "Kylee's first Vet Visit" as if I wasn't there snapping. They are good people. She has some heartworm junk to eat up, but for today, she's had enough. Better yet it came with a discount for her spay, which I grin at. I do not want "first heat" thank you.

I didn't check ass, my own fault. Simon was smuggling an impacted turd that I swear the vet. tech was staring at. Is he so old he can't clean his butt anymore? I am certain she was staring at it, no matter how I cradled it to hide that the brother dog came with a nasty ass.


Sorry there, no clue why it's all underlined, and I'm too tired to retype it.

She's medicated and currently playing a great game of being dead. We foot her from time to time to check for respirations. She's fine, just tired. Like me and I still have another blog to address.

-DM