Doctor's appointment

Yesterday I had my first doctor's appointment with the Mum. She apologized that it was so long after I came to stay with them, but really, I didn't mind. The nurse weighed me, and I was about 73 pounds. Then we went into a little room with two doors and the nurse and the Mum talked about things. The nurse told the Mum that we've got to do something about my two upper teeth, so that means more chewing, which I don't mind, or tooth brushing, which I don't know what is, but oh well. Also, that I needed another dewormer, which might help with dandruff and weight gain and something else I didn't understand (soft stool or something?), but that the Mum was wondering about. Then the nurse gave me lots of kisses and took me to get my claws trimmed. Then she brought me back to the Mum, and we waited for the doctor. The doctor was nice; he stretched out all my legs and looked at my teeth and tried to give me a cookie, but I wasn't interested. Then he confused the Mum by saying that she should increase my carbohydrate intake. I don't know why that's so confusing, but oh well. He said the same things about my teeth, and then the Mum and I left the room and waited for the dewormer thingy. There was lots happening while we waited. A little white dog came in and we looked at each other from each side of the room. A beagle came in to get her claws trimmed, but she didn't want to leave her Mum, so her Mum carried her to the door and then another nurse took her from there. A nice lady came in to buy food for her pet, and petted me, and asked if I was a Doberman. The Mum and I cuddled. A boy and his dad and his mum left the place; they looked very sad. The Mum cuddled me a little more. Finally the nice nurse came out, gave me more kisses, and gave the Mum an envelope with the dewormer pills. If the Dad gave the first one to me with dinner last night, heh, I didn't notice. Yumm, food.