I took the Devil Dog Lisa to the vet this morning for some “family planning” work. This is the trip from her eyes:
Daddy’s going to the front door. Why is he carrying towels? Daddy, don’t close the door. Take me with you.
The door’s opening again. Daddy’s back. I’m going to jump on him and lick his face.
Now he’s getting a leash and putting it on me. Oh boy, a walk.
(Outside)
I’m going for a walk without Jake and Sammi. I’m so lucky.
Why is daddy going to the car? I don’t want to go for a ride.
Now daddy’s lifting me into the car. Where are we going?
Guess I’d better lay down. The car keeps starting and stopping. At least daddy pets me between drinking his Diet Dr. Pepper. Daddy, I didn’t get any breakfast. Can I have some?
Finally we’re driving. Why don’t you get in the car pool lane, daddy? There’s two of us here.
(at the vet)
Finally we stopped. Daddy’s clipping the leash on me again. Where are we?
I’ll jump out of the car myself. I’m a big girl.
Another dog! I’d better bark!
Ooooh, there’s lots of neat smells here. I want to stop and sniff for a while. Ok, I’ll go in the door.
Oh no. There’s a really big yellow lab. I’d better bark. Look out! That yellow lab is sniffing daddy’s hand and licking it. I’d better hide and bark some more.
Daddy’s signing something. I’ll bump into his arm so he knows I’m there.
Oh good, daddy’s sitting down. I’ll bark some more.
The scale? Again? I weighed 30 pounds last time I was here. I couldn’t have gained any more weight in only a month. Thirty-eight pounds? Are you kidding me?
Now that woman is putting that green thing on me. Where’s she taking me? Daaaaaaaaddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I don’t want to gooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I’ll pick her up on the way home. Hopefully she isn’t too afraid of the car when we take her to puppy class on Saturday.
Stumble it!