Let's see if I can remember how to do this... I know it has been almost a year(eleven months to be exact) since I have written anything on this blog. I know some of you may have thought I ran away- but you are in luck- I'm back!
Today I took Baxter to the vet for a checkup and the dreaded shots. I hate going to the human doctor office's and feel the same about going to the vet. As we entered the "doctors office" we were greeted with "good morning" by someone who was a bit too perky for my liking, especially that early in the morning. Baxter seemed to be the star of the show with the receptionist oohing and awing over his tri colored markings. As I filled out the paperwork Baxter sniffed around curiously at his new, unfamiliar surroundings. There was a black dog waiting in line next to us, and I can only imagine what doggy conversation ensued.
The over caffeinated receptionist took Baxter for a picture for his file, I guess so they can keep track of him and show his progress. The attempts at trying to get him to "smile" made me laugh- with the perky gal saying to him "Smile, Baxter". Needless to say he didn't emerge with a happy face. We were escorted into the exam room to wait for the doctor.
Veterinarian exam rooms look exactly like doctors office exam rooms, except there are xrays of cats, tooth models of dogs, and various other critter medical paraphernalia around the room. A vet tech came into the room to inform me that the doctor would be in soon, and that Baxter would be receiving a senior exam due to his age. I almost laughed out loud when she said senior. I know my dog is older, but a senior? He is still a puppy!
I guess it is the same as parents referring to their children as their "babies". I expected a senior dog to act differently I guess, needing reading glasses, using a cane, and just being older. Baxter is the same dog he was nine years ago. He still likes to sleep in, bark at rabbits, people, the wind, etc, and go for car rides. I don't think his senior age status has changed him any, but I may try to use it for a senior discount at Pet Smart.
I have no pets, but I have had to take Grandpa and Nibby to the vet. You can't just take Nibby. That would be too easy. But there are a lot of commonalities between taking Grandpa to the doctor and his kitty to the vet. Generally, I have to speak for both. The doctor asks, "Tell me where it hurts." And I end up telling the whole story leading up to the visit. Once Nibby had rotten teeth and another time it was a mouth absess. As for Grandpa, it's generally the start of pneumonia. As you know, we try to keep that in check before he has to go into the hospital and drive the nurses nuts. Anyway, thanks for the story about Baxter's visit. Now that we know your fingers aren't broke, we'll be looking for more.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you back. We have our hands full with our two kids so the only pet we've been able to handle is a small fish.
ReplyDeleteHey, Gar...how bout a new blog.
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