We visited Dr. Larry this morning. Chase weighed in at 37.4 pounds, was declared disgustingly healthy. Dr. Larry issued him a Hall-Pass. We sent off some blood for a Brucellosis test. Chase spent the rest of the day at my office, racing down the steps to greet everyone who came in. Matt brought his little rescue Chihuahua “Lola” to work. She was afraid of Chase, so he laid on the floor as flat as he could get, trying to entice her to play with him. He napped on the loveseat in my office and curled himself around the legs of my chair. I took him to my friend’s grooming salon. I bathed and dried him, trimmed the hair on his feet and Dremeled his nails. He licked my neck while I brushed him out.
He’ll spend tomorrow at the office — and then — Saturday morning — very early, I’ll take him to Delta Cargo and send him off to Camp Susan. He’ll come home eventually, with new skills and new tricks. Cheryl and Susan will sent photos and videos. I know they’ll love and care for him. We’ll use Skype to talk — so he and I can see each other. But, no matter how frequent the sharing of information about this dog, I will have an empty spot in my home and in my heart. I hope the time passes quickly.