So, I had to take the dogs to the vet for updates for their rabies shots. And since I have a car now, taking all 5 at the same time is a no go. They wouldn't all fit if I wanted to try it. So, I took them in "installments". Yeah, that's a good way to describe it.
So, I decide to start with what I figured would be the more "difficult" dog, my German Shepherd, Deifenbacher (if any of you are familiar with the tv series, Due South, you would know that is where the name comes from. It was a show Mick's mom loved to watch, and since Mick got the pup for me, I let him name him.) Diefenbacher, he doesn't like the vet..not since that whole neutering thing. He sees the vet, and he growls. In fact, I usually have to put a muzzle on him. Anyway, I guess him being 10 yrs old, he's mellowed somewhat. I never had to put the muzzle on him, and, he never growled. He was actually very well behaved. I even stopped at McDonald's and got him a cheeseburger for being so good!
Buddy was next, and he was a "Marley". True to form, goofy dog. First of all, since I knew he would be a handful, I had asked Dad the night before to help me with Buddy. So, first thing...leash. Put a leash on Buddy, and it's wait a few minutes for him to settle down with his "happy jump". Get outside, he's fine, get to the car, he balks. So, Dad stood with Buddy on the passenger side with the car door open, I went to the driver side, opened that door, and proceeded to show Buddy a treat. Yep, good ole Buddy, let's his tummy do the talking, he hopped into the car. Got him into the vets office ok, and he surprised me by A. not barking at anyone.(that was a shocker!) and B. He didn't even flinch when he got his shot.
Sasha and Tazz, again, Dad helped with them. And since Sasha is usually my more mellow dog, I told Dad he could handle her and I'd take Tazz who tends to be a bit on the snotty side. So, get both dogs inside. Go in the little "waiting room" waiting for the vet to come in and give them their shots. Vet comes in, gives Tazz hers first. She did fine. Didn't even flinch. The vet turned around to giver Sasha hers, and OMG!!! That damn dog is flexible!!! She was doing twists, turns, and flips I didn't think a dog could do...and it was all Dad could do to hang onto her! So much for her being the "mellow" one. Oh yeah, she almost nipped the vet in that fiasco.
Princess. Didn't need any help with her. She behaved like a champ. She even got on the scale so she can be weighed with no problem. And, after getting her shot...what does she do? Prove that she's the "odd ball" of the group. She flopped down and let the nurse rub her tummy. She was the best behaved one.
And when I got all of their tags, I got them put on their collars. And wouldn't if figure, my contortionist dog, Sasha, manages to lose her damn tags. So, I'm figuring when I mow the lawn Sunday, I should find them.
Never a dull moment with these dogs...I swear.
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