I don't mean to complain but...

it may be 75 degrees outside, but our house is still COLD!!! And poor little Chumley has been sneezing for almost a week. He sounds like one of Wrigley's squeaker toys on it's last leg. Since Chumley doesn't do very well at the vet, I'm going to go without him and describe his symptoms and see if the Dr. can offer any suggestions to help Sir Sneezy. I'm actually going to take Wrigley in for a weight check and refill his heartworm and flea and tick meds, so it will be a fun filled visit for both of us. Wrigley LOVES to go to the vet. Even after 2 horrible surgeries, he still bolts out of the car and rushes up to the front desk awaiting kisses and hugs from all the staff. He always knocks the credit/debit key pad device off the counter and one time he had pressed his paw on the pad and changed all the prompts to Spanish. I guess that's not such a big deal, seeing we live in Southern California.