That’s my dog!
27 Apr
Max had a routine vet appointment this evening. He is a slightly attitudinal dog to begin with., so after:
- 2 shots
- a thermometer up his rear
- being told he’s overweight (By two pound. My vet is a weight freak)
…he wanted no part of having his nails clipped. So he started to slightly bare his teeth. That’s what he does when he’s displeased. Or if you put a Dorito near his nose.
“He’s getting snarly! Time for the hat*!” the technician chirped. Five years ago, I’d have said, “No, wait, I’ll hold him. He won’t bite.”
But no…I am just the worst dog mom ever, because I laughed and reached for the camera.
I'm going to pee on your bed for this.
Moments after this he was happily peeing in their parking lot and right now he’s curled at my feet so I guess he’s forgiven me.
*Hat? Back in my day, they called those things muzzles. But hats sound cuter, I suppose.
Boy, you’d better have some low-fat Snausages ready for that doggie!
Piper has to wear what my veterinarian’s office calls a “party hat” when she has an appointment. Oddly, she never looks like she’s having much fun at this alleged “party.”