My cousin called and asked me to take her puppy to the vet this morning, I just got back. It was nerve-racking, but I did okay. Apparently there's a law that all female vets and vet-assistants in the state of North Carolina have to be pretty and personable. It made me wish I were a dog, ha ha.
The puppy turned-out to be alright, by the way, Triton... that's his name. He's a shepard mix and has a great disposition - very relaxed, and so trusting it breaks your heart. His stomach was bloated and he kept lying around and groaning. It turns out he's just eating too much at a time and needs his meals divided up better.
Advice I could stand to follow, as well.
Ah well, another one in the books; I did good today... good boy, Fountain.