Tiny Dog had to have her thyroid levels checked to be sure her medicine dosage is good. All of the vet techs love Tiny Dog, even though Tiny Dog alternately purposefully and studiously avoids looking at them, and then grimaces, barks and tries to bite them. "I have the cutest angriest chihuahua in the world!" exclaimed the vet tech who escorted Tiny Dog to the back room for her bloodwork. There is something very endearing about five pounds of furry rage and terror.
All was well, and Tiny Dog does not need to go back until next year. Good Girl, Tiny Dog.
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