Vet appointment

Peter tagged along while I took Connie to an appointment at the vet.  We were concerned that her normally TERRIBLE breath had become ridiculously worse in the past few weeks, plus she was due for some shots.  I put Peter in his sweater that has little golden retrievers embroidered on it (thank you, Great Uncle Dave, Great Aunt Lisa, and cousin Ellie!) for the occasion.  Petey charmed everyone there, of course.  He also decided it was time for a dance party in the exam room.

Oh yeah - Connie was there too.  She just had a little gingivitis and some aging eyes (nothing unusual for a dog her age), but otherwise she passed with flying colors.  The vet was super impressed that Connie could still run crazy fast and still had so much energy.  [Don't worry, Mom -- I washed Petey's hands many many times during and after the appointment.  It's just tough to keep the little guy off the floor nowadays!]