The worst vet visit ever (or lets see how far we can push the human’s by Barley and DIllon)
The annual check up to the vets is always going to be fun when you’ve got 2 dogs. Why? Well vets surgeries are like a pot luck of potentially nightmares. Put a group of assorted animals in one small waiting area and see what happens - the usual result is various forms of mayhem. We’ve only had DIllon for a year and this was our first joint visit. We didn’t even plan it but the vet didn’t have many appointments so it seemed semi sensible to do them both in one shot - big mistake number one.
Car drives themselves are usually fairly uneventful with the furry ones. This one however wasn’t. The law of sod was already in place as we were running very late. The law of sod states that because of this the entire universe must be against you. So, it shouldn’t have come to much of a surprise for us that half way to the vets the mayhem number one entered the scene. The dog guard fell down - it’s still not decided if it fell or was pushed. Barley quickly got out from under it leaving Dillon trapped under it and somewhat unhappy. A quick emergency pull over and getting them out resolved the initial problem. The next issue was as a result Dillon being the ‘oh so brave’ puppy he is decided the car was evil and any attempt to get him in it would be greeted with an impression of a donkey - dig in heels and make pig dog noises a lot (ok maybe a pig donkey). I can only imagine what fun this was giving anyone driving past the scene.
Eventually we were back on the road, I was in the back of our car with a hefty Dillon on my lap like some ‘fraidy cat’. The rest of the journey was relatively uneventful as Simon gave Dillon his baseball at so there was some security for him. On getting there the walk to the vets from the car was somewhat rushed and all prior dog training seemed to have taken a trip somewhere we weren’t. So, we arrived hot, flustered and none to happy. The waiting area was somewhat packed with random animals. Dillon decided he either owned the waiting room or just felt like being that extra dash of nightmare teen, as he began barking his best deep ‘oooo I’m so scary’ bark at anything that came in or dared to stay in the waiting room. I was getting flash backs of the times I’ve in the past rolled my eyes at the parents with kids kicking up fuss in the supermarkets. Karma seemed to be biting me in the behind.
Eventually after what seemed far too long, we were called in. This was fun in itself as we tried to usher the rather uncooperative furry ones into the tiny consultation room. The rest of the consultation was a bit of a blur. There were several escape attempts made through the sliding door of the consultation room, grumpy pig dog noises and there were 2 injections finally administered. Beyond that it really did seem they were trying their best to be pains. Any training seemed to have left the window and we were the ones with hooligan furries.
I guess it only goes to show that even the times when you think your dogs are trained to a certain respect. things can go horribly wrong. Two dogs often is not easier but a whole bucket and truck load of extra madness. We’ve vowed to do single vet trips from now on - anything to avoid the insanity of this visit. Least we now have a worst visit ever to compare every other visit to.
October 4th, 2007 at 10:09 am
Sorry, but I just have to laugh. I’ve had a few dates with the vet that were kind of like that, with two cats in tow. The only thing that makes it better with the cats is that at least they’re each in their own cage, and don’t usually make the waiting room any louder than it already is with all the other temp residents.
Of course, the cage is wonderful until you try to get the cat to come out on the vet’s table, despite the fact that said cat didn’t want to go in the cage to begin with just 30 minutes before. It’s amazing how strong they really are and how much damage they can do while they are imitating fly paper stuck to the back of the cage.
October 4th, 2007 at 11:03 am
I think I can just about laugh now looking back ;) Sometimes it would be good to cage the waggy ones - only issue is last time we even attempted a crate Dilbert the dumb lost a claw. He got so excited being in said crate he clawed at it - he’s bright like that. At least ours don’t scratch / hiss / spit like I’ve seen cats do to even their most beloved owner - the most I get is barking and dragging.