Another lovely day in the clinic:

Mrs. Schmidt having a meltdown after we shaved Strudel’s front leg to install an IV catheter ("My poor Shtrudil is now so eembarrassed! How am I to take heem to ze poopy park? All ze ozer dugs will laugh at heem!").

Mr. Crank’s admission that he routinely allows poor Buster to ingest drops of antifreeze, citing the food pyramid’s adherence to the concept of a varied diet — never mind his kidneys.

Miss Sanchez and Samba’s fourth cat bite abscess in as many months. You’d think she’d consider bringing him inside (at least at night). No matter, we just keep testing him for kitty viruses and curing his wounds.

Mr. Rutter and his Rhodesian Ridgeback, Zulu, for his yearly visit — and the gargantuan pile of poop he left for us to discover just outside the front door.

Another day in paradise…

Image: Joxer's yell / via Flickr