Dog Philosophy

The hardest part about being Sam is that the dog park, the loved and longed-for dog park, is only a block away from the vet's office.

When we get in the car he's always SURE that we're going to the dog park. He starts shaking and whining with anticipation. He just KNOWS that a good time is coming.

But lately, we've been having to drive right past the park and continue on to the vet. His head turns in disbelief and he strains to watch the dog park entrance pass him by.

Dogs just don't get this western medicine thing. Seems to them that a good tennis-ball-chasing, ground-sniffing, mud-rolling time is all it takes to make a guy feel better. Why all the poking and weighing and pills and tests?

Maybe they're on to something...