Dear pals,
Last week we talked a lot about the conditions at the pet sitter's and how hard that was. Maybe it was an ok place to be, but it was definitely not home. And I will give our sitter credit, she did not make the most horrible things happen, like going to the vet. We were hardly home when our people loaded us into the car and took us for our Librela shots. Apparently we were a week late.
Because we both have to go, Lady has been making us evening appointments so we can all go, as she says 1:1 is easier.
The night we were there was busy and we had to sit in different spots.
This gave me the opportunity to explore some, while I waited and waited and waited for my turn.
I have never sat over here before:
What do you mean I can't hide in the bathroom, while I wait?
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I may have opened the door |
Why are Man and Lee way, way, way over there?
Finally, we are all sitting together.
Hmmm, I sure smells good over here.
After waiting 87 million hours (probably 20 minutes), it was our turn. There was a bit of a mix up because they hadn't book Lee in for her shot, but they were happy to give it to her. They warmed it up for her and she seemed happier with it.
While the process of this is sucky, and we don't like going, Lady reminds us we are the lucky ones who have really good outcomes on it. It is helping us live the best golden years possible.
Apparently, we are due again this week (the time has gone by so fast). I hope it isn't too snowy.
Your pal, Phod who isn't in much pain