The Trip – Part 2, Mystery

Upon arriving at the clinic, upon leaving the load rumbling transport mechanism, there was a sumptious array of air currents that set our noses pumping. The season is turning to fall and all the excitement of voles running underneath the leaf litter. My heart sped at the thought and I could feel my own pupils dialating. What stimulus for dreams this has been already!

Upon entering we discovered that an entirely different philosophy of management. There was no nose-numbing level of anti-septic and industrial cleaners. There was a faint smell in the air of catnip and kibble. for a moment I was disoriented into thinking that they had broight us to choose our kibble for ourselves. A taste test shopping trip perhaps…

[psychically mo-blogged]


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