Bully Boy Ain't So Brave
I’d like for you all to share your trip-to-the-vet stories. I’m sure many of them will be a hoot!
Yesterday was NOT the best day for me and why I didn't post.
After work Friday, I fell asleep at my normal time, around 2:30 a.m. However, even though I was off the next night, I had to get up at 7:30 a.m. to get some things ready for The Boss to take into town. I also had to stay up, because Scooter had a vet appointment for routine annual shots and checkup. I figured that while I was near town, I should go to PetsMart and the grocery store and get it all over and done with, as my human and pet pantries were bare.
Scooter, for being the bossy, “I am in charge” type of dog he is, amazes me when it comes to getting in the car and going somewhere. He refuses to get in the car. Scooter was rescued from a highway in Nashville and might have some left-over trauma, and, I must admit, when we do go somewhere it’s usually to the vet (or in the past to weekly training with Norman). He wasn't wearing his training collar,so I couldn’t “correct” him and jerk him up and in as my trainer Norman would have ordered me to do. So, I did what I’ve done before—pick up his 40 pounds and hoist him into the backseat ( I hope Norman isn’t reading this)!
Scooter is good in the car, so the 20 minute ride was no problem. He just pouted in the backseat. When we got to the clinic, I am happy to report he actually went through the door on his own. Before training, he’d put on the brakes right outside the door; I’d get all embarrassed and have to ask someone to hold the door while I picked him up.
Once inside he was good, sitting next to me looking nervous instead of his usual look of superiority and confidence. I had to pick him up to get him on the scale, as he wouldn't step up. On the examination table he won’t stand up either; he crouches down and shakes, looking very nervous. I wish Peanut could see what a wuss Scooter is--nothing like he is at home! Everything was fine healthwise. I stocked up on heartworm preventative, Revolution for the cats and Scooter's seizure meds when I paid the bill, as well as some “spay/neuter” magnets to replace the 6 or so someone stole off the back of my car. Idiots.
As you all know, I talk a lot about The Boss and share all his faults. But I will give credit where credit is due. I was planning on taking Scooter into PetsMart with me (he’s never been) and having him wait in the car while I went to Kroger, but as I was leaving the vet clinic, The Boss called and said he was on his way home from town, did I want him to pick up Scooter? YES! And it was a good thing he did. PetsMart was PACKED; I had to park almost in the K-Mart section. The place was filled with all kinds of dogs (always a pleasure to see), but having Scooter would have made the trip far more challenging, trying to put huge bags of dog food, cat litter buckets and cases of canned food into the cart while trying to navigate the aisles jammed with dogs big and small and Scooter trotting along.
Grocery shopping. I was SO tired by this point I could have cried. I was also STARVING, because I didn’t eat before going. We all know grocery shopping while hungry is a big no-no. I get very cranky when hungry and tired, and people leaving their carts in the middle of the aisle while they browse or BS gets my blood boiling. Thankfully, I talked to a friend of mine and we met for lunch at Chili's, where I could eat, vent and wash it all down with a Bloody Mary. Again, thanks to The Boss for thinking to pick up Scooter!)
I came home, crashed early and slept until 9 this morning. Now it’s time to tackle the REST of the chores!
Picture above is of Scooter during a weekend visit to a friend’s house in Nashville.
posted by Sandy at 1/21/2007 10:09:00 AM