I visited our friend a few days ago. He was as lovable…
and playful as ever
He’s two years old and has never been to a vet. We asked his family a while back if we could take him. They said okay. We made an appointment, but when the time came we weren’t sure if they’d actually let us. Would you let some strangers take your dog and hope they brought him back? But we should have known they would. Anyone who keeps their dog in the yard day in and day out obviously doesn’t care about him.
His appointment was yesterday. Two of us went because we weren’t sure how he’d react to the car ride. We knocked on the door and asked if we could take him to the vet. The girl who answered said she’d ask her brother since it’s his dog. She left, came back a few seconds later and said okay. Getting him in the SUV was quite a feat. He wouldn’t jump in. I was scared to pick him up, thinking he’d bite out of fear. Sandy lured him with salami through the other door, I picked up his rear end, and in he went.
But he was terrified.
We planned to take him to a self-service dog wash for a bath before his appointment. But the car ride changed our minds. It was obvious he’d never been in a car. His eyes got HUGE. He huddled in the corner and panted like crazy. We decided a bath and vet appointment would be too much for one day, so we went to the park instead. Watching him there was like seeing a hearing-impaired child get cochlear implants and hear his mother’s voice for the first time. It was like he had a big thought bubble over his head…”So THIS is what I’ve been missing!”” He was so excited, barking at the ducks and trying to get in the lake for a swim. Can you imagine? He’s about 2 years old and all he’s seen is his backyard.
He really wanted to get in
We got in the car again (he jumped in on his own this time) and drove to the vet’s office. We had some time, so we all sat on the grass. He loved having all of his favorite ladies doting on him.
Gah!! His smile, I love it.
When he walked into the office he was afraid of the tile floor. He flattened his body to the ground and army crawled. He trusted us so much, though, that he went wherever we led him.
Sandy and I didn’t want to go in the treatment room because we didn’t want him to associate us with shots and what-not. Instead, (lucky us) we got to witness a girl — who 20 minutes earlier we’d seen carrying a dog into the office, with his little head poking out of a blanket and very much alive — rush from a treatment room sobbing hysterically. Without her dog. I couldn’t bear that she didn’t have anyone to hold her after obviously having her dog put to sleep. I wanted to hug her, but she rushed out the door and into her car, where we could see her crying for 10 minutes before she finally drove off. And of course by then I was crying. Oh my gosh, I could NOT work in a vet’s office if I had to see that every day.
“Well, hello there handsome!”
Sandy and I listened through the door, smiling like proud parents when Donna and the vet repeatedly said, “GOOD BOY!!!” every time he tolerated a shot or blood draw or poke in the rear. He did sooooo well…
…even when held down by two people for a nail trim!
When the worst of it was over, Sandy and I came in to check on our boy.
The good news? Heartworm negative. Fecal test…negative. Ears looked dirty but otherwise normal. He does have fleas, so we got flea meds and heartworm preventative.
This is the cutest picture of him. He was in love with the vet.
We stopped to say hi to the kitties to see how he’d react. One kitten hissed at him (still hissing in this picture) and he jumped back. He’s a big baby. I think he’d be cat friendly.
“Will you be my friend?”
He was so proud when we left. I swear he trotted out of there, like, “Oh yeah, piece of cake.”
The car ride was still a little iffy. He lost his balance during turns and didn’t like that. It was awful taking him back after being with him for a few hours and seeing more of his cute personality. We put him in the yard, and he tried so hard to get back out the gate to go with us. We filled his water bowl and kissed him goodbye. “We’ll be back, we promise.”
Next step? Neuter. Not sure how we’re going to pull this off…