Well that Didn’t Go as Planned

I visited Dr. Doug at the veterinarian’s office. It didn’t go like I planned. I wanted to show off my hard work training Mom and Dad. I envisioned us laughing over how silly they use to behave, all while Dr. Doug fed me lots of delicious treats. Instead I got super excited to be there, and completely forgot all about Mom and Dad’s training. But that’s not the worst of it.

Now in my defense, going to the vet’s is like going to Disney World. There are all sorts of sights, smells, sounds, and happy people anxious to greet me. So it is no wonder I got a little excited, and may have forgotten rule number 1 of let my adoring fans come to me. However, after my initial burst of enthusiasm, I reined in my emotions and settled in for my annual physical.

On second thought, I probably should have kept wiggling. Because when they weighed me, I had gained a few pounds. The vet tech did compliment me though on sitting perfectly on the scale so they could get my exact weight. I just wish it wasn’t so exact. Because Dr. Doug said I should lose a few pounds. NO! Not the “D” word again! On the bright side, hiking season is here, and I’ll be getting a lot more exercise.

While still reeling from the shocking “D” word, Mom asked Dr. Doug to check my ears because she noticed I’ve been scratching a lot lately. Sure enough he confirmed her suspicions that I’m starting to get an ear infection. Out came some sort of torturous goop that he injected into my ears to stop the infection before it got out of control. That’s when I thoroughly embarrassed myself. I began flopping around like a fish out of water. There may have even been a video taken as proof, I’m not sure. I do know he gave Mom another bottle of dreaded ear cleaner so I’ll be going into hiding for awhile.

On the bright side, my initial plan wasn’t completely abandoned. Dr. Doug did notice how well Mom and Dad were behaving. Also despite using the “D” word, he gave me lots of treats as a reward for my stoicism when receiving my rabies vaccine. So at least I didn’t starve on the ride home. Also before leaving I regained my celebrity composure, and did a perfect down/stay while my adoring fans bid me farewell until next time.

What’s that saying? Dog plans and Veterinarians laugh.

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Chuck Billy is a Golden Retriever, living in Southern Maine, who likes to share his unique observations on life with his little brother Asa. When not writing his blog, he spends his days being awesome.

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