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DOG EARED

Franklin got his grooming yesterday and the staff agreed that he had something going on in his ears.

They have done this before; worried about his ears. So I was skeptical.

My theory is that if you bring a clipper next to my big hairy floppy ear and apply it with vigor, I will tell you there is something wrong with my ears too.

Anyway, we trucked to the vet at a hastily arranged 5PM appointment so we could find out whether this was a clipper moment or a real infection—or something more dire. Cancer anyone?

You know how dog owners get.

Well, perhaps you didn't but you do now.

So it was great. We go to a big animal hospital—eight docs—and we don't look for a specific doctor. They all seem to be good.

I suppose that if we had something dire we would look around but not at this stage of triage.

They have a new administrative staff. The house was cleaned in the last year. It had been a scrabble to get into the doc before.

Now, the system works and we were in the doc's hands within minutes.

We were ushered there by a wonderfully cute young man who was great with Franklin; weighed him (regretably not us) and ushered us all into the examination room.

Then the doc. A new one who we liked a lot. A guy. Many are women. In this place it is gender imbalanced to the female side.

No big deal with the ears. They washed them out, gave us some stuff, talked about allergies (if a problem we administer 25-50 mg of benadryl on our own), and let us go.

You can see why there might be a problem down there. Look at all the angles!

The best part of it all was leaving. There were a lot of people and dogs in the discharge area; paying bills, getting meds; complaining and whining (the people not the dogs).

This is an ideal environment for Franklin.

He becomes the center of attention almost immediately. He greets each dog as a long lost friend (whether friendly or not), flirts with all the women and has them in his paws before two minutes are out. The woman processing my credit card ignored me and was around the counter playing with him as were several others.

He is a charmer.

All this done, we got home and had dinner in plenty of time.

Another adventure with no dire consequences except for the wash that the vet gave us.

We will have to douche his ear once or twice a month beginning today. He will not like that as much as being the star of the discharge queue.

Sooner or later we all have to pay for our fun.