Wednesday, 3rd, Day 12:

OH my goodness...

Yestersay was strange enough... (ed. note: see previous entry- sorry it was posted late!)but...

Did you know there's a place called the VETS?

That's a disturbing place. I feel very conflicted about this.

Right now, I'm thinking that the Vet OFFICE is pretty darn spiffy... I love the people in scrubs and the lady at the desk, and WOW... the never-ending cookie jar.

Those little numbered rooms, though? Take my advice here, and don't go in those. Bad business goes on back there.

So Dad took me there, and he filled out some paperwork, and I snuzzled the desk-lady, and she gave me a cookie! And Dad put me on the scale there, (like he did the FIRST day he got me!) and I weighed 2 pounds less!!! YAY!!! (That's good, because I am a little fat- I should be robust and rotund, but not... fat.)

They gave me another cookie, while we waited. Waiting was kind of fun, actually- lots of people came by to sniff and some of them petted me... and then they said to go into one of those little numbered rooms.

UHM.

Yeah. That's where I was fooled... because the nice tech/nurse came in, and I WUVED her... she had cookies, and she snuggled me, and she let me lick her hair, and WOW... I was very happy! ...but then she brought in the vet.

The vet was not my favorite person.

Especially when he asked if I would wear a 'hat' and tried to put it on. It held my mouth closed! EEP! How was I going to protect myself, if I had that on? Dad said that was the point. He said he hasn't had me long enough to KNOW if I was safe yet, and he said something about them doing a 'vaccination' and a 'biopsy' and I got very scared. Dad put the hat on me, and I let HIM do that... but then I tried to HIDE. I stuck myself into the corner against him, and shivered.

Dad went 'AWwwwww' and he promised, just like the nurse did, that no one would hurt me... but I didn't know! I thought they were going to MURDER me or something!!

The vet checked all kinds of things, including listening to my heart and stuff... he checked my itchy spot (which is right beside my EYEBALL!), and wanted to do a test on it. I did NOT like that. Sharp things do NOT belong by my eyeball! I tried making a woof, but Dad said "NO. No Barking." and I paniced! I HURLED myself onto my side and started whining. They didn't stop!! owie! owie! Muuuuurderrrrrers!!

I CRIED... I YARKED.... I YELPED! I threw myself onto my back and I curled up my legs and I showed my belly!!

They turned me over, and gave me a shot too! owie!! No fair!

I shoved myself against Dad, and I HID my face. I was all owied. What next? what next?

Dad took off the hat, and the nice nurse I liked (okay, so she DID hold me still for all that... but... I forgive her!) she gave me another cookie!! yay!

Cookies make everything better.

Dad patted me and shared a secret. He whispered, "I know. Dirty trick. When I was a kid, they bribed me with lollypops..." and he chuckled, so I guessed maybe I was making too big a fuss. I was a little embarassed too.

When they opened the door, so I could go out, I RAN! ...about two feet to the waiting area.

That place was safe, you know. I'm a smart girl. We can sit there till I catch my breath, right? OH good.

I said hello to more people, and got another cookie. ...then they gave Dad some medicine for my itchy spot, and said to put it on twice a day... and they signed papers, and swiped that plastic thing, and VROOM! We went back in the car to go home!!!

WHEW... that was a scary kind of day, but you know... it wasn't BAD, exactly. I mean... wow, I surely did like the nice people, I just did not like the vet- Dad said I seem to distrust men a lot more, so next time we will make an appointment with the lady vet there, and everything will be easier. I was just so scared, he said he was embarassed... but still proud of me. Because I cried owie, but I did not cry 'i'll bite you' which a lot of dogs smaller than me might do. It made him very happy... which is wierd if you think about it.

I guess I won't think about it too hard- I'm just going to focus on the smooches and pettings and COOKIES.

I wonder what a lollypop IS?

Big Bertha