There's always this one big puppy at the vet. I usually try to spend a couple minutes with him; he looks so lonely! Here we are:
"You DO know the door to get out is right here, don't you?"
He's in the vestibule - sort of a mini room before the big Admissions area. He never has anything to say. Poor guy must be scared stiff. Frankly, I wasn't too thrilled, either.
When I got into the exam room, though, I found one of my favorite things - a table to hide under! Since it wasn't MY dining room table, I felt a little funny, but it did help me feel more like myself. Here's a collage:
If you could see me, you'd know I'm under the table. Feeling funny.
My student was a very nice guy from Japan named James. He was kind and gentle and very friendly. Even though I didn't want to, I was very cooperative for him. He let me take breaks throughout the appointment and hide under the table. That helped a lot.
Stormy gave me some acting lessons at the Stormy Zoluschka Kryschtal School of Siberian Studies and I tried to remember everything she taught me about vet visits. She said if they touch your tummy or anything, to squeak real loud, and they'll back off a bit. Unfortunately, it's like Mom is on to us - I heard her ask James how familiar he is with Siberians and to expect a little drama and that she'd let him know the difference between "acting" and "pain". Hrumph! I couldn't rattle him at all! Mom was just all calm and said, "Acting... Acting... Yep, acting." I gave up and let him just do what he needed to do. Sigh.
I even stood still and let Beth, one of our Vet Techs, do my nails -- without any drama or trying to walk away or anything. Yes, I cooperated. But I WASN'T happy about it. Here's a collage:
I'm not sure, but I think James was laughing at me.
Oh - you may have noticed the quilt. Because we have a lot of things we need to stand around for - like pretty lengthy eye exams and letting them draw blood and do all kinds of stuff - Mom brings a quilt for us, so we don't slip on the floor as much. It also helps us feel more relaxed for the laying down parts. Mom brought one of our toys for me, too; she thought that during my break times, I would relax on the quilt and maybe de-stuff the stuffy. Here's what I thought of that:
All-in-all, it went OK. I'm a tad under weight again; we're working on that.
On my way out, I met a Great Dane who was VERY nice! She was black and white and we got to touch nosies. I think the two of us could have been really good friends!
I'll tell you all about Zimmie's appointment in a couple days.
Do any of you try acting at the vet's? Does it work?