Today, Abbie went to Doc Caldwell's for the last of her puppy shots.

And as long as we were there, I dropped Lucy off to be spayed.
She must have suspected something because right after she charged out of the gate, when she didn't see Dixie, Julie and Kate coming, she turned hardheaded. She didn't want to get in the summer box and when we got to the vet, instead of being eagar to get hold of one of the office cats, I had to drag her in the door.
I pick her up in the morning, stitches to come out in a week to ten days. I'll keep her in the back yard instead of with the other girls.

When I put Abbie back in the pen, her Aunties were more concerned with smelling my hands and looking behind me....for Lucy than in their morning peanut butter dog biscuit.