Day 5 - Vet and a Bed

I look awesome with my license and ID tag.  I jingle, though.  I'm starting to get used to this routine.  Everyone gets up really early . . . then I go out to the kennel.  The little humans - I am learning their names:  Liz and Rachel.  They both go to a thing called school.  The two big humans, called Mom and Dad go to a thing called work.

Mom tells me that I should be proud to wear the license and tag that clanks on my collar.  *AND* that visiting the neighbor and grandma are not acceptable.  But I'm friendly and I need some company...!

After a long day all by myself, I wind up in the thing with four wheels again.  We went to this place that smells of other dogs and cats.  This guy, Dr. Damen they called him, checked me all over.  I'm not sure I like him yet, but Mom and Dad seem to.

Dr. Damen said I am a healthy little guy.  Little?  HA!  I also weigh 28 pounds!

When we got home, Grandma was there.  She bought me a bed so that the cats could have theirs back! That's OK. Mine is a little bigger.  Ah...  this is the life.