70 years ago a baby was born to Francis and Harry Gonnella, and the world was never the same.

Ha! I challenge you to decide which part of the above statment is false and which is true.

Today IS my birthday, and I’m celebrating it by sitting in the waiting room of the Massachusetts Veterinary Referral Hospital in Woburn.

Guess which dog is the reason for my being here?

Yup, Bailey.

Why not? Last year I sat here for her IMPA affliction and today…well, I have no idea what is wrong with her. She is having trouble breathing, her left nostril and left eye are discharging a yellow goo, and she yelps if anything touches the left side of her face. Also, she can’t open her jaw that well.

I took her to my vet three weeks ago and he couldn’t find anything immediately wrong so we started her on a course of antibiotics, which did nada.

So today she is scheduled for a rhinoscopy, ‘where a veterinarian uses a tiny camera (rhinoscope) to visually examine the inside of the nose and sinuses for issues like chronic discharge, sneezing, bleeding, or foreign objects, allowing for magnified views, fluid flushing, and even biopsies to diagnose infections, tumors, or autoimmune conditions, providing a detailed look beyond X-rays.’ (Thank you, AI)

Poor Bailey. 🤕

And Happy Birthday to me. Stay tuned for a new post about getting old. Sigh.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.