Sassy knows the drill. Every time we go to the vet, she steps up onto the scale and gets her weight, even without being told. And she really is very patient with a routine she doesn't like -- waiting in the little room, being put on the table and examined, etc.
The result today: she has a bladder infection. Two shots, lotsa pills, more money. This, on top of her eyedrops and her regular medications. She's a high-maintenance hound.
We must love her, or something.