Post # 7: Monday, Monday

TULLY says . . .
On our morning walk we met our neighbor Len and his dog, Abby. I offered her the "doggy handshake." She, lovely girl, didn't mind a bit.


Then the sitter drove Diva and me to the veterinarian. Ah, the indignity. Not to mention pain. There's a reason they take animals into a separate area: so people never see what goes on. We'll get the blood test results tomorrow. Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I feel fine.


And please don't worry that one of us—I don't want to name names—has been leaving "presents" in the living room. The pet sitter is duly concerned and is considering options: More time on the "success" lawn? Longer walks? Leave the doggy door open? No matter how it comes out in the end (pun intended), I appreciate people fussing over me.




DIVA says . . .

Mom and Dad, it was such a pretty day. We were good at the vet! We like Carol, the vet tech. Did we tell you about the ants? Zillions of them, swarming all over our front curb! Yesterday we ran into Dave, the neighbor across street, and Emmy told him she was worried that the ants might bite our little doggy toes. Dave took one look, ran to his garage, and sprayed an entire can of bug spray on the little buggers. Today--no more ants! Thank you, Dave!