Well finally. Sheesh. Not that I didn't have a great time at PAH. Drs. D and O took great care of me, and the gals waited on me hand and foot, as is their role in life. When humom came to pick me up, they all converged on the desk to tell her what a wonderful dog I am. I smiled sweetly, already planning my exploits for when we got home. Dr O spoke very seriously with humom and told her several things about kidney disease that she didn't know, and made some good suggestions, so I will get even more fantastic care. She said that I seem like a much younger dog! I deserve an Oscar!
It would be really nice if I had the chauffeur I am due. Humom is just a terrible driver. It didn't help that 183 is under construction and the traffic was terrible, but did she have to cry most of the way home? I hunkered down in my brace-for-impact position and could only hope for the best. Which has materialized in the form of my favorite Branstone's cranberry treats ...
I am seriously miffed that I can't go to work with humom any more. The semester has begun and for some reason that makes a difference. Stupid. All the more reason why the students should benefit from my wise presence, I say. I have several times been able to sneak into the car, but unfortunately an Alaskan Malamute is difficult to conceal. Must work on camouflage. Alexandria out.
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