So this is our blood pressure machine. It’s about the size of, hmmm, a medium flat rate box from the USPS. Much heavier, though. We take Teddy’s blood pressure every morning, and when I say “we,” I mean, of course, me. I try to do it while he’s asleep, but that’s not always possible. In his old age, he’s starting to get accustomed to the blood pressure machine and is usually calm for it as long as it gets it on the first try. He has no patience for 2-3 attempts.