Oh no Papa, not the vet again.

Papa went to the vet this week. First, we had to have her paw checked out. Last week's broken toenail was still bothering her. (I think I’m not PediPawing her nails enough.) Second, the night of the cherry incident, I found out she had a cyst — pronounced “kissed” by the vet. So she needed to get that removed.

Her resilience amazes me: she’s back to playing Frisbee and seems to have suffered no decline in self-esteem though she’s got a huge patch of fur shaved off her back.

Oh Papa, I love you, but that’s enough visits to the vet for a while.