It's All Good...Scratch that...It's All Great!

We all went to see my beloved Dr Ericson for mine and Brigittes acupuncture appointments the other day. There are hardly any pictures because Mom gave up trying to document the circus that is her trying to manage 3 totally out of control pugs. Brigitte is always so excited that as soon as she hears Dr Ericsons voice she starts the woo,woo, woo's. Sluggo is busy hiding behind Mom and growling at any other dog in the waiting area. These behaviors result in our being shuffled away to an exam room to wait in private for our turn. This is actually good, because then we get taken off our leashes and are free to sniff around and chill out while we wait.

Brigitte went first this time. Mom had been silently freaking out over a thing she found on the back of Brittes leg over the weekend and she wanted the doctor to look at it right away.







It is about the size and shape of a Lima bean and was on the back of her haunch under some long fur so you don't see it when she walks and she doesn't get furminated back there so it was hard to say how long it was there. Well, all the research Mom did led her to believe it might be a skin tag. This kept her from going to the emergency vet for a biopsy/excision over the weekend. It didn't stop her from worrying about the worst however. Ugh, parents. She should read my words of wisdom from this week and learn to relax. Well, her fears were put to rest when The good Dr said that it was indeed a skin tag and nothing to worry about unless it becomes bothersome. She said it may even fall off on it's own. Yea Brigitte!




So, as if that wasn't good enough, when I got up on the table for my treatment, Dr Ericson said that I felt great! She said that if she didn't know me, she would never know I had any issue with my patella. She couldn't feel any thickening in the joint, and the way I was romping around the room with such spring in my step she couldn't, in good conscience, take my twinkie money for a treatment I didn't need. So a few chiropractic adjustments and a lot of love and kisses later, we were outta there. No needles. Ordinarily, I actually might be ticked off that money wasn't spent on me. I don't mind my treatments, they make me all zen. But honestly, I am just so thrilled that I am doing so great, I let that go. Plus we got little bags of Hershee's Bison Liver Treats for our stockings from the Doctor. She doesn't realize it now, but there is no way I am waiting til Christmas for those things. AND, he was there, in the office, Hershee! We didn't get to sniff butts though, I guess he's a little uptight around other dogs. That's ok with me, as long as he keeps producing those awesome treats.

All that excitement and good news didn't stop us from being real (Mom's word, not mine) dick's on the ride home. We prefer to ride in the truck. The carseat leaves too big of a gap between the front and back seats in her car. So, here are a couple shots of us piling on top of each other trying to get up front...









I guess we kinda were being dicks.