“The Dia-bee-tiss”

I had to take my 11 year old chocolate Labrador to the vet yesterday to be tested for doggie diabetes. She’s quickly getting very old, and some of her symptoms made me think something wasn’t right. I loaded her up into my car and took her to the office.

Luckily, she turned out to be diabetes-free, but for the first time, the dog that is usually an excellent patient was a little nervous and shaky, which made me sad for her. The trip wasn’t for nothing, though; she did get her toenails clipped.

This is life now that classes are over. I’ve spent my time between studying for the DAT (the MCAT for dental school), which I take a week from today, going to doctors appointments checking up on the clot issue,  and preparing for my upcoming voyage to Nice, France! Yes… starting next Saturday, I will begin my exploration of the French Riviera, taking French class in the morning four days a week, and pretending to be French in the city and surrounding area for the rest of the time. I’m staying with a family that doesn’t speak much (if any) English, and I’ve been instructed not to take a hairdryer because it will blow their electricity out. Needless to say, this will be an adventure.

And, before I end this post, I would like to add one more anecdote to the Remi chronicles:

I was on the phone with my dad, who was in his truck with Remi, when all of the sudden, the wind increased on the phone and I heard an explosive, “OH, %^&*! Stuuupid!” followed by more wind and some shuffling. Apparently, Remi had her head out of the window, and clammered up onto the door panel, pushing the automatic window closer with her enormous paw, and just stood there flailing while the window closed around her neck. Just another unintentional suicide attempt…

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