Took the Unforgiving Puppy in for his annual oil change/tire rotation yesterday afternoon. Other than the persistent lick granuloma I wrote about earlier, he’s in fine shape. 108 lbs, good bloodwork, clean fecal exam, fit and happy. We’re lucky to have a great vet with a top-notch staff that spoils him rotten.
Of course, he milks it for all it’s worth. His usual routine: trotting up to the front counter and standing up on his back legs, then laying his head and front paws down on the countertop while moaning piteously and cranking up the Sad Eyes to full power. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten him out of there with less than a dozen treats in his belly. He’s a charmer, just like his dad…
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