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SHOT

Franklin went in for his annual shots and a physical today. He has a new doc, Doctor Kaplan. No first names. He is an old guy. Well, younger than us, older than Franklin, older than Dr. Leonard who moved back to Chicago. Dr. Kaplan is a good guy and so is Franklin so they got along really well. We were all good guys.

The shots went in without a squeak. We gently put our finger in his ear to distract him and he never really felt a thing; or, if he did, he was far more interested in getting our fingers out of his ear than dodging the shot. Dogs do not like fingers in their ears. I told my dentist this when he gave me novocaine last time. He put his finger in my ear when he did it. It works with people too.

Franklin is top dog physically; near anorectic, strong, good in all categories, head to toe, top to bottom. He weighs just the same as two months ago when John stopped at the vet to put him on their animal scale. I guess that means he has hit his max. Good. He is just right. We would not mind a bigger dog but right now he is perfect-size-dog.

All we need to do is a worm check; take in three samples for a scan. Then we are done for another year. Oh, he gets new jewelry. This year's rabies tag for his collar is a heart. Last year was a bell. The heart is red. It is pretty good looking.