I was checking for a post about the weather in September 2010. I found no post to show me how hot it was then, but I guess Google would know.
Instead I found this. Samson was a little over a year old and Angel was about 12. Angel was the dog that arrived by our front gate on the night before my first cancer surgery and refused to leave. We did a lot to try to find an owner without success. So I named her Angel and she watched over me for the rest of her long life.
Oh, hi Mommy, maybe you better take that camera and go away so I can examine Angel.
Ack, that nose doesn't look so good. It looks awfully red to me. I will prescribe some more medicine for you and discuss this with Mommy.
And now I have to examine the other end. I know you don't like it, but I have to make sure all your ends are OK.
Sniff, sniff: It smells good to me.
I know you eat very well now, but you're still awfully skinny. We have to do something about that. I prescribe some walks for you to make sure you get some more appetite and gain some weight. And I have to discuss your nose medicines with Mommy. Other than that, you are good to go.