Lloyd went to the vet today and she said we can "wait and see" what happens with the growth on his eyelid. Might need surgery, but maybe not. I'm trying to be optimistic.

We traveled by Radio Flyer to the vet and made many new friends. We passed through what supposedly is busiest pedestrian intersection in Manhattan (twice as many peds as Times Square) and Lloyd-in-the-wagon drew a big crowd.

If I'd thought about it I would have gone another way, but he has an equable temperament and seemed to like the admiring throng. Helped him forget the blood draw, maybe!