More Perfecter In Every Way

I had to go to the DOGTER on Friday. No, I am not sick or anything. It was just a yearly check-up. Oh, and I had to get a couple of shots so I can go to places like the dog park and other social events. I was not too happy when Mommy opened the door to go into the office. I came to a complete STOP! Up until then I was happy go lucky and was pretty sure I was going to someplace happy - like PetSmart or something. Boy was I wrong. And it wasn't that Mommy was deceptive or anything. She kept saying stuff like "you LIKE this place" and "It won't be a long visit." The clues were there.

I actually like my DOGTER a lot. For the most part my visits there are nothing to worry about - the Dogter listens to my heart and lungs and takes my weight. Then he and Mommy discuss how I am and that is all. A couple of times, thought, it was not so nice like when I had the operation on my FOLD and the couple of times I had my teeth cleaned and a few extracted. I remember those times a lot. Maybe I shouldn't dwell on it, though, since I really like all the humans at the office.

The Dogter was very very pleased with how healthy I am. He said my weight (16.38 pounds) was PERFECT , my temperature was perfect and my coat looked bright and healthy. He said my bones look strong and my teeth looked pretty good, too. In fact, he actually said I was a great patient and was one of the few in that day who was not SICK. I was happy with everything he said.

Finally the tech came in and she did something I didn't LIKE at all - she gave me two shots in my BUM. I was not too pleased about that but she gave me a cuddle and said I was a good pup.

Before I knew it, it was time to head home. And when I got home, I got a treat. A TREAT! Boy was that a worthwhile trip.