I took Sadie to the vet today. Clean bill of health — whoo hoo! It sucks waiting for the results of a heartworm test, but luckily it came back negative.

The receptionist at the vet’s office recognized Sadie. She had come around a couple of weeks earlier, but was too scared to come when the receptionist called her. The receptionist told me that she had been worried about the dog ever since, and was so glad that I had found her. I wonder why Sadie was so scared of the receptionist but readily jumped into my car? Maybe time, and the changing of one’s conditions, can change one’s mind…