I am almost 4 months of age and I experienced my first really really bad day. Bob and A (his son) took me to the veterinarian. At my last visit I received a sharp needle in my flank and yelped in pain. Bob tells me it is all for my own good as it prevents diseases dogs’ contract. I felt crappy after for a day and required more sleep than my puppy naps afforded me.
Bob had difficulty finding parking and arrived in the examining room after my first needle which hurt very much. Then another one. Dr. K is a nice woman and speaks to me so gently but the needles! She gave me a prickly tray with wet food smeared all over it to divert my attention for the second needle which didn’t hurt as bad as the first one. Tricky lady but I still love her. Then some medicine up my nose! I sneezed and sneezed. Then a nail clipping which I have never had before. And in the evening my poop was watery and some stuck to my nice clean bum hair. Bob had given me a bath just prior to visiting the vet. I do not like baths “just like Dylan the Westie” Bob said. AND I HAD TO HAVE ANOTHER BATH TO CLEAN THE POOP OFF! Bob’s sweet talking made me feel just a wee bit better. I felt groggy after my bath and had no energy to cause my usual mayhem.
And Bob and Dr. K had conversed about me losing my manhood at 6 months of age. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???!!!
And you thought being a puppy was all about gambolling about, doing puppy twirls and giving kisses all day long…..
