Ok we got up early this morning and bundled up without even a walk around the block. Him put me on the motor bike and I was excited because we heading in a direction we don't normal go. It was cold but I was in my blue coat so it was not too bad of a ride. And then we were there, Caring Hearts Clinic and I was kinda surprised since we had just been there earlier this week. Seems it was time for my "annual checkup." I love the girls there and the doctors too. There are a couple of cats I like there as well. Caring Hearts is where I first met Him and then later adopted him as my personal caretaker.
Anyway today was NOT FUN...not fun at all. The nice Dr. Lusk checked me out thorough going over; heart, joint movement, fur, skin and yadda yadda. They stuck some liquid into my nose for something called bordeytellall or something like that so I don't get a nasty kennel cough. I did not have to get a shot this time and thought I was in the clear. I was wrong! Then out came the needle and I whined. I cried something fierce. Dr. Jerry who I LOVE LOVE LOVE sez back in my genetic history there must be some dachshund because my veins "roll" and it is hard to draw blood for some sort of important test. As if that was not bad enough, next she pulled out some latex gloves (guys you might have an idea where all this was heading) and I only thought my dignity and self had been intruded upon with the needle. After it was over though Dr. Lusk said maybe I would not itch back there for a while now but I'm still not convinced it was worth it. And then the WORST part of the visit happened. They took me back to the back room and clipped my toe nails. Inspite of the racket and pleading, whinning, crying and nipping they would not stop. That nice pretty girl even said I was being bad. But you know what afterwards I gave her a big kiss and hopes she forgives me.
I got a pretty green medal for being as brave as I could.
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