jsarge kook
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- May 15, 2002
- Messages
- 23
It is the beginning of the trip- but it is the time I hate the most. Well, the first half hour anyway- cause that is when we have to drop the dogs off at the vet.
As soon as the suitcases are pulled out, havoc reigns.
You see, both my dogs suffer from extreme separation anxiety, just zipping up the suitcase puts them both in hyper mode.
Buck starts his labored panting, like he's been laying out in the sun for an hour; while Bonne Belle starts sharpening her nails on the rug. They both follow me everywhere in the house. They usually end up bumping into each other, so, as par for the course, a mock dog fight ensues. (Growling, nipping and barking.)
"Calm down" I say, but in the dog's frenzy to get into the car, I become a nobody.
In the car, both dogs think they are king of the road. They bark the entire 10 minute ride to Dr. K's veterinarian clinic and boarding.
"Be quiet" I say. "Relax." Of course I am just ignored. Where is a dog psychologist when you need one?
We finally make it to the vets. I'm in luck because no one else is there. That means I can get the dogs registered and boarded right away.
Everything is going as planned, except Bonne Belle jumps up to give me a kiss goodbye. Not your typical goodbye I guess, because her newly sharpened nails bring down my elastic waist type shorts. My underwear is showing. Long red scratch marks mar my stomach and legs.
I pull up my shorts and I silently thank the vet's office for having high counters and because of them, I don't think any employees saw what happened. Bonne Belle gets her last laugh though, when they come to take her to her dog run, I try to kiss her goodbye and I kiss the vet assistant on her head instead.
I'm ready for WDW now. (And a Manhatten!) How about you?
As soon as the suitcases are pulled out, havoc reigns.
You see, both my dogs suffer from extreme separation anxiety, just zipping up the suitcase puts them both in hyper mode.
Buck starts his labored panting, like he's been laying out in the sun for an hour; while Bonne Belle starts sharpening her nails on the rug. They both follow me everywhere in the house. They usually end up bumping into each other, so, as par for the course, a mock dog fight ensues. (Growling, nipping and barking.)
"Calm down" I say, but in the dog's frenzy to get into the car, I become a nobody.
In the car, both dogs think they are king of the road. They bark the entire 10 minute ride to Dr. K's veterinarian clinic and boarding.
"Be quiet" I say. "Relax." Of course I am just ignored. Where is a dog psychologist when you need one?
We finally make it to the vets. I'm in luck because no one else is there. That means I can get the dogs registered and boarded right away.
Everything is going as planned, except Bonne Belle jumps up to give me a kiss goodbye. Not your typical goodbye I guess, because her newly sharpened nails bring down my elastic waist type shorts. My underwear is showing. Long red scratch marks mar my stomach and legs.
I pull up my shorts and I silently thank the vet's office for having high counters and because of them, I don't think any employees saw what happened. Bonne Belle gets her last laugh though, when they come to take her to her dog run, I try to kiss her goodbye and I kiss the vet assistant on her head instead.
I'm ready for WDW now. (And a Manhatten!) How about you?
