Today was my vet visit. Not a happy day. Not at all.
You see, I have a nice yard where I can run and play all day. I have an electric fence too, so I cant leave my wonderful yard. Mommy and Daddy have tried taking me on walks but they have always been one big….FAIL. So, the yard it is. I wear my collar but hate my harness. I mean HATE. So we have all agreed that the yard with my collar and no harness is a win-win for the whole bunch of us.
Well, today I realized we would be having problems when my Dad got out the harness. I hate the thought of it, wont even sit still to put it on. That was “fight” number one. I lost.
Then Dad decided I needed to get in the car. No way Jose! Cheese wasn’t even getting me in there. That was “fight” number two. I almost won. I put up the fight of my life. If you can imagine a Great Dane playing dead, well you have the picture in your head right on. I turned to jello. I wasn’t going to walk calmly, I wasn’t even headed towards the car. Dad had to finally carry me while I kicked and scratched. Mom held the cheese and begged. Ha, what a sight. Mom said if the neighbors were watching they would be posting it on the internet for sure. Ok, fight number two, I lost. They got me in the car. Sad me!
So, the vet visit wasn’t too pretty either. Mom said she was opting out (whatever that means) She stayed home and wished Dad luck. They both knew it wasn’t going to go smoothly.
I didn’t want to get out of the car and Dad had to beg again and finally tricked me. (He said that he saw a kitty! LIAR)
Then when we got in the vet I decided that everyone needed a kiss and to shake my hand. Maybe it was the treats and the attention, who knows. Mom told Dad later that it was my beautiful bow on my collar. He laughed at her. I agreed, it was pretty flashy!
All of the happy times ended pretty abruptly when I saw not two, or three, but FOUR needles coming at me. Yeah right. No Great Dane takes that laying down if you know what I mean. I wasn’t happy with that silly Doctor. They told me it was good for me and would keep me healthy, and all of that mumbo jumbo. I think they were trying to tire me out so I would get into the car later. No chance!
The back in the car time was the worst Dad told Mom. He said one lady stopped to watch and said it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Dad smiled but still had steam coming from his ears. I did the “dance” with Dad. That’s where I stand on my back legs and put my paws on Dads shoulders and hug him and kiss his ear. I think it works well at home but in public is another story. He used it against me today and danced me right into the car. The vet tech watched out the window and everyone clapped when Dad finally got me in. I lost again…..
So, now that I am healthy and strong and have endured this terrible day, I feel we may never have to visit the Vet again. Mom said that’s not true. But, next time Im sure I will fight harder, because that’s what I do. They all still really love me and call me the prettiest girl, so I guess its ok to not give in. Until next time!