When doggies hear the words “bye bye”, they imagine going some place magical, with lots of toys and treats. We heard those words on Saturday, and believe me, there were no treats or toys where we were going. Our magical car ride past the Fall colors only led us to the place they call the “V-E-T-S”! Yikes!
Yep, Daddy and Mommy snookered us and took us to the V-E-T-S! In a way, that place is not that bad, as long as you stay in the front room along with all the other doggies. The trouble begins when you have to go through one of those brown doors to the back. Both Bella and I sat there getting to know some of the doggies waiting in the front room with us. We said hi to a little puppy sitting next to us and exchanged some good ole butt sniffs, he was nice.
Then a white doggie came in, heard she was something called a Lab-Doodle, or something like that. She was ok at first, until she crossed into my area, then the trouble started. Nikita snapped at her, scared everyone in the room, even us, and we decided it would be a good thing to keep them separate for the time being. Man, Nikita, you were not behaving well today, what’s up with that?
A huge doggie named Homer stormed through the front door and sat down with the rest of us. He was a sweet dog though, big, but sweet. (I bet he was a drooler) The room was filling up very quickly. We also had lots of kitties in cages too waiting with us, and all they did was hide in the back of their carriers (big chickens!) as they did not like all the commotion.
Then it happened. I heard someone from behind the counter call my name. Nikita who? Man, I hope they were talking about someone else. Maybe if I just sit here looking the other way, it would be “me” that they are calling. Bummer, it was “me”. Andy came from behind the counter and took my leash…nooooooooooooo I screamed and I scratched the floor to try to get my footing but the floor was too slippery. I was being pulled to the “b – a – c – k” room….noooooooo. The look on my face said it all. I was scared. I wanted my Mommy.
They took me in the back room where I got my nails trimmed. They needed to be trimmed, but I could have done without them being done. But who am I? I don’t make the rules, I just go along with them whether I like them or not. Wait? It’s over? They are bringing me back out to the front room! Yeah, we can go home now! What? What do you mean “we’re not done yet”? It was Bella’s turn to go into the back room now, but she just walked in there like nothing was going on. (suck up)
Bella’s nails are now pretty and she joined me in the front room with all those other doggies and scared cats (I wonder if that is how they got the name Scardy Cats?) and I kept my eye on Brandy to make sure she would stay on her side of the room. She did. I did, however, give her a snarl or two to make sure she knew I meant business.
One by one, the doggies were called to head into an exam room. All I kept thinking was “man, glad it’s not me”, but eventually they got around to calling our names (again) and it was our turn to be dragged in the room with the cold stainless steel table. Up you go, said one of the helpers and onto the cold table I went. My face immediately went into the “I’m not scared, I’m not scared” face as Dr. Danis entered the room. He is nice and always has a hug for me. He checked me out, looked in my ears and at my teeth, and gave me the shots that I needed (and I always sit still for these), and then it happened. I was called fat. Well, not quite in those words, but you get the picture. My Mommy & Daddy were being told that I need to go on something called a diet. What is that? Is it something to eat? I had gained a few, a couple of pounds and the nice doctor said that it would be good if I started eating some reduced calorie dog food. (I hope the new food tastes good.) I can’t believe I gained so much weight, but we did not notice because it was a gradual thing and it is hard to tell with me because I am so furry and fluffy. Nonetheless, I am on a diet until I shed a few pounds. My treats are now being changed to little baby carrots, and thank God I love carrots, but I love those little crunchy treats so much.
All of the tests they ran came back with good results, and it was our time to head home. We survived another trip to the V-E-T-S, and hope that the next time we are told that we are going bye bye, it’s not to this place.
As always, when we get back home we are exhausted from our experience and nap time is sure to follow. Ah, the comforts of home and my blankie never looked so good.
There’s no place like home.