From as far back as I can remember, I have had the same vet for all my dogs. A kind, loving and caring vet who has been there for me through all the bad times, the sad times, and the great times.
His staff is a wonderful group of individuals who understand what animal love is all about.
So it was, that Brownie and I set off yesterday to deliver our gift to the best vet in the world, and his staff.
I must let it be known that my friendly vet has a sweet tooth, or should I say sweet teeth, so it is never hard to choose a gift for him.
The veterinary staff all love Mr. Brown Berts, and he was kinda happy to be there too, because he sensed that something was up.
It was time for his nails to be trimmed, since recently I always knew when he was around, because I would hear his nails tip tip tipping on the floor as he walked. His ears were checked along with other areas, and he was given a big Christmas hug as we left.
After returning home, I decided it was time for his Christmas bath, and he willingly obliged, standing still and allowing me to bathe him with warm soapy water.
When I was finished, I made sure the back garden gate was closed, so he could not run around and roll all over in the dirt. I gave him a good rub down with his towel, and set him loose in the sunshine.
What makes a dog so fussy with himself when he is all clean....he was beside himself with pleasure. Running in the driveway...standing still so the wind could blow through his hair....rolling on the concrete walkway...rolling and rubbing...rolling and rubbing until he suddenly sprang up as if bitten by a bug, and off he tore up the driveway again.
So much fun to watch.
Every day he gives me love and good cheer...his spirit keeps on giving and giving and giving.