Took TJ to the vets to get his stitches removed. He was an awesome gentle man. As always, especially for a dog who really wasn't taken off of his property. There was a beautiful black great dane baby age 12 weeks old in the waiting room.
I had to ask the woman where she got the baby, and she said Porterville. I didn't tell her that was where Inspector Von Maxwell Brown came from, but I wondered if she was a descendant of his.
When she went into the doctors room, she let out a squeal. TJ perked up his ears, but as she didn't say any more he took no action. He is such a good boy, and now my vets assistant who is also a neighbor of mine, knows TJ Down command.
I am glad it is over. Now I need to get the rest of the Gang in for their shots. I really wish I had done their ears. RCA and Holly both hold them up right, RCA's kind of tip at the top of the ears, and when Holly holds her ears up, she crosses them over one another like her Uncle Danny and Grandma Bee did when they were in tapes. It is a shame that there is an age limit to have them done, because I have a feeling those two want to hold them up.
I am so exhausted, through my own medical stuff, the dog medical stuff, the fence building the plumbing emergencies, and I forgot to mention I think, the Mira and Buddy getting out into the back pasture I need a break. Maybe it's the change in the weather, who knows.
