#FurkidFriday: Logan The #Cavapoo's September 2019 Vet Trip

Hi everyone. This is Logan the Cavapoo.



I went to the vet place again last week.

Just me and Mummy went in one of those taxi things. We got to ride in one coming home too. Lilie didn't go, because it was raining, and there was no point her getting wet when she didn't need to see the vet people. She didn't mind it was raining, and would have been happy to go out and get wet, but the humans get to decide things like that. I didn't mind that it was raining either, because I don't mind water so much these days. Plus, I had my coat, and we were mostly in the taxi or vet place anyhow.



I got what Mummy and the vet called, "A clean bill of health," at the vet. Well, I agree it was clean there, but I don't know which of the people there was Bill, and don't remember getting anything other than attention, poked and prodded, and weighed. But apparently I got one, and that's a good thing. I'll have to take their word for it.

Speaking of me getting weighed: I now weigh exactly 10kilos, which I'm told is something like 22lbs, for those of you who need it like that. Apparently that's a good weight for me to be, even though it's 0.2kilos more than Lilie weighs. The vet says my poodle side is making me a big boy. Since I'm now a tiny bit bigger than Lilie, I'd have to agree with that.

So, that was my most recent vet trip. Mummy and the vet seemed pleased with how it went, and I loved all the attention I got during my vet trip - both from the people at the vet, and the taxi humans - so we're all very happy.

Well, except maybe Lilie, who wishes she could have come too.

Lots of licks,
Logan