I remember when I moved here 11 months ago and I left the dog back in Puerto Rico. I could not stand it. I wanted my baby here with me. So, I did the only thing I could do. I called my husband and told him to get on a plane and bring me my dog.
Now, maybe I should have thought it through. One thing I did not count on, vet visits and pet care in general. The reason why I'm writing about it today is because it has been extremely hot in the apartment in the last few days, and it is beginning to affect my baby. I am now in the process of putting together a few bucks so I can rent a car and take him to the vet and have his haircut done. It is the only way I feel he will survive the summer... if we cut down his hair. He is shedding in clumps anyway.
I do love my dog. He keeps us company and he is a sweetheart. He walks half to one mile every day, does all his needs outside and sleeps through the night. What else can I ask of him. That is why we give him the best treats and treatments possible...and yes, sometimes I feel he gets better medical assistance than we do. What can I do? He is the baby of the family.
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