At the Vet

Lots of my puppy dog friends don't like to get into their family cars because they might end up at the vet.  Not me.  I love to get into our car, 'cuz most of the time I end up at my Dog Park.  (Except when I end up 1,434 miles away in another state, like when we went to Arizona).

Me?  I never know when we're going to the vet.  Our vet is right behind my house.  On a different street, but right behind us.  So when we go to the vet, we walk.  But we walk all the time.  So how do I know when we're going to the vet?

Actually, I don't until Mom takes a detour on our usual walk and goes up those *&%$$ stairs which I KNOW goes right to the Vet's parking lot.  I sometimes try to go on strike but she doesn't let me do that. 

 When we're going to the vet we HAVE to go to the vet.  I don't get any say in it.

So we go down this path that takes us to the vet's.  Sometimes when we go in the front door of the vet's office, I get to meet another dog.  This was one of those times.  And was this dog every cute!  He had a white spot on his chest, just like mine.  And just like me, he was a Rescue Dog.  His owner didn't know what kind of dog he was, just like me!  They say that lots of mixed up puppies like me get that white spot on their chest.  So he must be a mixed up puppy, too.  Maybe we're related!

Anyway, then they put me in the room to wait for the Vet.  It has a very nasty table that I just know they're going to put me on and then it's never any fun.  

Oh, well.  Not much I can do about it.  I'm just a dog.

While we were waiting, Mom told me to sit on the scale.  Which I did, and it said 63.8.  Uh, oh.  That's not good for me.  I'm supposed to be under 60.  Well, maybe I can fix that.  I slid my feet ever so slightly, so Mom wouldn't see.

  That only got me down to 62.2 pounds. 




















 Hmm, wait till she's not looking again.  And I'll just ease on down here so she thinks I'm sleeping on the scale.

There.  58.8 pounds.  I'm golden!







When it was finally over, I knew I was entitled to something good.  And I had my eye on the treats from the word go!

Nobody's getting out of this room until I get my just rewards!  

And I did.

No more vet for awhile.  Mom says I'm good for another year.  Unless I get sick.  I think I won't get sick if it means I don't have to go to the vet.

Hope you are all well.

Love G.