Once a year, the Brechlin Zoo Parade comes to town...
what is that... you ask yourself?
well...
Once a year, Lazy & Buddy need to have their booster shots at the vets office.
easy?
no.
First,
the dogs don't want to go...
second,
I don't want to take them.
So, the Games begin with
"Corral the Dogs"
a game which, when finished, there are no winners.
the object of the game is to leash the dogs, and simply put them in the back of the box van.
we almost always, however, end up chasing them around the farmyard...
all of us with maniacal looks on our faces (especially the dogs)
finally, after getting up from tackling them,
we can usually get the lease on them and drag them to the van...
we get Lazy in first, in the hopes that Buddy the Beast
will follow his lead...
yeah. right.
Buddy doesn't want to be in the back of the van.
nope.
Buddy wants to drive.
and Buddy's driving skills are like watching Pac-man on LSD.
...just crazy.
Once in the van, Lazy will usually vomit.
projectile vomit.
not a good thing...
and everone is ducking.
and Buddy is shaking slobber all over everyone...
did I mention that we are usually dressed in rags for our vet's visit...
(they probably think we're destitute),
but no sense wearing good clothes.
Upon our arrival at the office,
by now, Lazy 'gets' what's going to happen next...
(shots & medicine)
so he goes into a Death-Roll in the back of the van...
wrapping himself in his leash, along with my arm,
usually twisting me around and getting me into a position
that i never knew i could get into...
or out of!
After that session, Lazy is exhausted
...and now it's Big-boy's turn....
Seeing me wrestle with Lazy,
has now sent him cowering into the back of the van,
and he has ......um...
'tinkled'...
after that embarrassment , he wasn't budging.
out come the dog treats...
(should have thought about that when being torqued by Lazy...)
Buddy will do anything for a treat....
(well...almost)
He grabbed it out of my hand,
and quickly tried to hide under the driver's seat.
(and THAT'S not happening!)
Finally, we get into the office.
usually we are greated with
"oooh's and ahhh's"
regarding Buddy's size...
with this time being no exception...
In the waiting room, a little girl was sitting quietly, with a little cat
(OH NO!) in her lap.
She blurts out:
"A POLAR BEAR!!!!!!"
which not only excites Buddy,
but has drawn Lazy's attention to the CAT.
(Lazy loves cats...loves to chase them, smell them and...taste them...)
Little Girl now gets up and starts to run,
trying to get out of Lazy's path....trying NOT to get into Buddy's path...
(Ohhh...have I mentioned that yes, Peter was 'there' with me...
but laughing so hard that he was absolutely no help to me whatsoever.)
So, we emptied the waiting room...
some guy with a cockapoo headed for the hills,
and another lady just sat there,
stunned...
as Buddy helped her remove her some of her make-up.
I guess this commotion set the Dog Doctor into motion, because he came flying out from what looked like a closet door,
with two Hypo's in his hand...
one for Buddy,
one for Lazy...
who is now panting so hard that I'm thinking he'll hyperventilate
(Maybe if he passes out he won't puke in the van again on the way home? Hmmm...)
Dog Doctor asks: "Who's first?"
I reply: "My Husband."
(Dog Nurse laughs...Dog Doctor won't even crack a smile)
Nurse says: "What kind of dog is he?" (meaning Buddy)
I reply: "Chihuahua"
(DOG Doctor laughs, Dog Nurse shoots me dirty look)
Shots are finished, walls are covered in spit-slime, waiting rooom is evacuated,
Dog Doctor is happy it's over for another year, Dog Nurse needs a life...
All done. Fini'. Kapoot.
SOOOO.....back into the van we go...
Tails wagging, tongues hanging out...ready to go back home.
oh,..yeah...Buddy & Lazy were happy too...
Blessed be, Friends~
Lori
