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My poor dog Chunk is at the vets again . He's having a skin scraping, skin biopsy and allergy testing. I've put it off for ages cause he's a French Bulldog, and they have restricted breathing due to their smaller and more restricted airways (please don't say I shouldn't have got one, I didn't know any of this before I got him and obviously the breeders never tell you that kind of thing, I have learnt!) As he's got to be sedated, I'm sitting at home, biting my lip and waiting. I used to work at the vets he is at so I know they're nice people but I still hate leaving him. I wish I still worked there, least I could have hovered. I know, I'm silly, I can't help it, I'm sure he's fine , probably the vets and nurses are in more danger than he is. He can be a right bastard! But I love him anyway...ahhh....why is time passing so slowly!