State of Dog: 88

I’m at the vet’s again.  The best place when here is the chair in the corner of the room because I can see outside AND I can see and SMELL the container of dried liver  squares on the counter.

It’s even better when no one asks me to leave the chair as they prod and poke my gums so I can continue to gaze at the jar.

I know that one or more of those bits of deliciously densely flavoured bits will be MINE!  All mine!

And soon.