Lemmy's owners call me just before noon. They relay a story that's unlikely at best, but the take-home message is Lemmy's depressive symptoms are gone, and the household is full of life.
About two months ago, Lemmy's family suffered the loss of their home to a fire. No one was injured, and Lemmy has remained in good health.
I want to repay my student loans. Therefore, I charge people for my veterinarian services.
Lemmy is coming in today.
My day starts out in a sadly typical manner.
Lemmy is cooler than me. Not as far as thermoregulation goes. Normal canine body temperature is almost 3 degrees higher than is human temperature.
I have a love-hate relationship with my fax machine.
It's a whirlwind.
The whipworms are gone. Well, the adult whipworms are gone.
It happens. Despite millions of dollars in research, and detailed testing beforehand, sometimes it happens. Sometimes a side effect occurs when we use a drug in a patient.
Lemmy comes in for his first "senior" visit, with no problems to report.
Lemmy recovers from his bout with apparent "kennel cough" with no complications.
A one-eyed dog with a cough walks into a bar.
It's noon on a Saturday, and I am anticipating heading home in an hour or so. I have plans to school my oldest child on the basketball court.
Our history of Lemmy leaps forward this week, encompassing three mostly uneventful years.
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Leia's owners call me the day after my conversation with uncle Donnie.
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