The Vet Visit

Tuesday afternoon Mom called me into the garage and said we were going for a car ride. Boy, was I excited because it was a warm, sunny day and I couldn't wait to ride with my head out the window. She never said where we were going, so I thought it must be a surprise! Shortly after leaving home, I thought I had it figured out...Mom was taking me to Grandma's to play! Welllll, I was wrong. Mom drove right past Grandma's turn and continued on down the road; I was starting to feel alittle nervous. I didn't know where we were going, but I had a good guess... the vet.


I was right. Soon enough we pulled up to a semi-familiar place, the blue building where I see other dogs I have never met before. The only time Mom puts my on a leash is when we go to this blue building. They try to give me these "treats" that taste like cardboard and I just spit them out. I hear Mom say, "Sorry, he is a treat snob.." Well, Mom, they taste like poo... maybe she should try them?!


It's finally my turn to go behind the door; I enter nervously, trying to play it cool. I get "checked out" by the doc, what feels more like a man-handling, and we go on our way. THEN, we get back home, and Mom says she has "treats" for me too, but, I heard her say earlier that it was my medicine... I spit them back at her, (she didn't like that very much I don't think). Mom makes me take them, but then gives me the "good treats" afterward, and she said she was sorry, but it "was for my own good."


I also got two shots at the vet, and yes, they hurt like H. E. double hockey sticks!
Here are all the reasons Mom, and the vet said I have to get my shots and eat my medicine....