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.
Lemmy has an irregular appointment today.
I say "Lemmy." He says "No! Memmy!"
It's been a year since I saw Lemmy last. And now it's time for his routine yearly checkup.
He looks disheveled. Not Lemmy, he looks fine.
The next time I see Lemmy, he saunters into the waiting room as a full-on adult dog.
My continuing relationship with Lemmy over the next seven months consists of regular phone calls with his owners.
This week's column isn't about examining Lemmy or treating him directly.
Lemmy returns to the office for his post-surgery recheck.
Lemmy has a blockage in his gastrointestinal tract, and it necessitates surgery.
Four months after his first annual visit, Lemmy shows up on the morning appointment schedule.
It's been almost a year since I've seen Lemmy. This is a good thing.
Lemmy's last regularly scheduled check-in with me is Saturday morning.
Lemmy arrives early in the morning, just after the office has opened.
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Leia is all grown up.
It's a bizarre story, but it's true. The next time I see Leia, she doesn't see me.
Leia has sutures at the site of her surgery. Internally, she does too, but hopefully I never see those again.
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