Toffee's first visit to the vet

This will be short and sweet.
     I took Toffee to our vet for the first time today (she had already seen other vets for early vaccinations and spaying while she was still a rescue dog) and I feel like the mom whose daughter has just been named homecoming queen.
     While we were in the waiting area, all three of the women who work behind the counter, one by one, had to come out and play with her and proclaim her unbearably cute. Then they called in the vet tech, who came out, got her share of puppy licks, and agreed on same.
     Then the vet – a kind-eyed and effervescent woman whom I have come to really like – gave her a distemper and lime disease shot (without incident) and said she was not only really cute, she was adorable. (Rick’s genes, I guess…)
     She guessed Toffee to be a hound-lab mix (not the shepherd mix we were told) and thought she would end up at some 60 pounds.
     I’ll take every ounce.