I am on the verge of requesting some kind of Platinum status with our veterinarian.
We've been in and out of there so many times the last time I checked out with Lucy the snarky receptionist said:
"See you tomorrow!"
The awful week we had saying goodbye to Mel we were literally in there every day, but since then Lucy has had three separate incidents, all of them involving her digestive system.
We went to Houston this weekend to visit Ryan's grandfather (he moved to a care facility there last year - it was nice to see him and to visit with Karebear).
Anyway, we brought Lucy with us for the first time ever. She's finally old enough to behave herself alone in a strange house, but we left her with a rather large rawhide which it appears she failed to chew before swallowing. That combined with a bit of carsickness led to much barfing last night and this morning, and yet another trip to the vet.