The Doggie Spa

I spent a very rainy day at what SHE calls a doggie spa.  It's not too far from where we live.  The lady who owns it met us at a parking lot because the causeway to her place is flooded and the lady didn't want HER to get our car stuck. There were only two other dogs there today and we all got to go out on walks.  SHE made me wear my red raincoat cause I don't like going out in the rain, but I did like to go out with the other dogs.  SHE makes me wear the coat so I don't get my tummy so dirty.

The nice lady sat on the floor to play with us dogs and I liked to sit with her, but I didn't want the other dogs to horn in on my time.  I just growled at them.  Nothing particularly nasty, but just enough to let them know who's the boss.

Tomorrow SHE wants me to see our vet again.  SHE's worried that I'm drinking too much water.  I don't know what's the problem, but we'll see.

UPDATE (31 March 2010):  It's not diabetes.  They took a bunch of blood from me to see if my kidneys are working ok.  If that turns out negative then they'll send some of my blood out to see how my thyroid is working.  It's a bitch getting old.  Oh, I'm a bitch.