I’m working at a clinic today where the owner has a Pomeranian. He had a Pom before I did. They figured I was in need of Pomeranian cuddles so the staff was under orders to go pick the dog up and bring him over for me to play with.
This is Oscar. He’s getting to be an old man. He still is a perpetual motion machine except when someone is cuddling him. He has the blessing/curse of being owned by a vet. I compare it only having major medical insurance. They may not get all the routine stuff but let something big happen and we are all over it. This boy has had his hind legs rebuilt after being hit by a car. I call him the bionic puppy. He’s laying on my lap as I type this and is getting annoyed because I’m not petting with two hands!
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