Hi Peeps, Me and Britte had out check-up visit last night. Before I share, let me tell you, it's a jungle out there! Not in the way our humans refer to the world when they here about some particularly heinous event. I'm talking tropical jungle. It has been raining here for a solid week. And aside from putting a real cramp in my "business" routine, all kinds of things are sprouting up everywhere. We went from the lovely scent of lilacs drifting into the window and delicate little leaf buds popping off their branches, to foot tall grass, and weeds everywhere.
I'll tell you, it does nothing for my complexion. Mom's been running after us with those damn cotton squares soaked in some godawful substance jamming it into our "stinky" mugs. Personally, I don't mind the stank of my mug. As soon as Mom cleans it I just search around for some dirty clothes or stinky grass to return me to my natural state.
Anyway, back to the vet. First of all, Dad had to come home early to "babysit" Sluggo. We didn't want him coming along and steal all of our attention and he has never been alone for a single moment of his life.
and Mom was afraid if she left him home alone, Mr Sadsack my escalate into a full blown nervous breakdown.
So anyways, we hop in the car and start off towards the vet. I don't mind going there cuz I get lots of treats and everyone dotes over how adorable I am. Brigitte likes the idea of meeting more people, and potentially seeing some hunky big dog.
Mom should have known better than to think we would be behaving though.
Straight outta the gate I started acting up in the car.
See me here, I flung myself down off the doggy seat in between the front and back seats. I thought it would be cool because Mom forgot her camera and she would have no proof of my antics.
I was wrong.
We arrive at the office and wait our turn.
I started to get real excited because I knew I would be costing Mom and Dad lots of green papers.
Check out my nappy deer haunches. We have been shedding like a mother lately.
I went first of course. I kinda got pissed when the scale said I had gained like a pound and a half. It was then that I decided to be totally uncooperative.
I mean, I coulda been worse, and have been in fact. But there were a few things I was not gonna let happen without a struggle. Such as looking at my bottom front teeth. Nope, didn't happen. Try again next time.
Over all though, my Dr Matz said that I was in great shape. Duh?
She said I was very spry and spunky for my age. And that my heart sounded great. They stole some blood , so we'll know how thing look inside my organs and stuff. But from the outside, I checked out fine.
Next, it was Brigitte's turn.
She said, in a show of solidarity she would not make it easy on them either. This is her hiding under the chair.
Then she defaulted to her little miss goody two paws setting after she found out she was down a pound. Brigitte checked out good as well. We have to deliver poop and pee (my pleasure) to be checked, then we should be good for a while.
On the way out, a really sweet greyhound came in. Brigitte was all over him like bacon on a cheeseburger.
One more thing from Mom...
***Hi guys, Kathy here. As usual. O got all freaky about vaccinations. They drew titers for the antibodies that they could, but Lyme and lepto are annual. Since we do live in the state where Lyme disease started, and the girls do spend time in the parks and trails, I will probably bring them back for the shots. I figure, I will see how their routine blood work comes back and then take them in. I just get so nervous, especially as they get older. What do you all do about vaccinations? Especially those of you with older pugs.
