It's That Time!

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie.  Yesterday, right about the time I should have been having my lunch, Mom tricked me into getting my harness on.  Ooh.  If you're anything like me, you were thinking, "Is it adventure time?!?"  Unfortunately, not quite.  It was time for my annual exam at the vets.

I was admired for a while in the waiting room, then a nice student came out and asked if I was Maggie.  He must have heard about me.  Or read the chart in his hands.  One of the two.  Anyway, he did his exam, Dr. N did her exam,  Aunt Beth  the Vet Tech came in and hugged me for a while ... it was all good.  They all went into "the back" to do the things they do back there, and ...

"Where did everyone go?!?  Haven't you forgotten something?"

They seemed to have forgotten the part about giving the very well-behaved Siberian some cookies.  Fortunately, Beth came to the rescue and gave me one.  Or more.  Hey.  I sat, I gave her 5 ... I even did a "down"!  I worked for those babies!!!

Here I am, out front afterwards:

"I wonder if Cam ate lunch without me?"

Do I look worried there?  I wasn't.  Except for wondering if Cam ate without me.  Mom couldn't remember if I was due for a vaccination, so she had given me Benadryl beforehand.  I had an allergic reaction to my vax once.  In an effort to prevent that from  scaring the daylights out of Mom again  reoccurring, we (1) split up my vax now and (2) pre-dose with Benadryl.  As it turned out, Dr. N ran a titers test instead.  Fine by me -- I get my Benadryl in cheese, so ... SCORE!  But my point is that in addition to helping ward off allergic reactions, it also makes me a tad bit mellow.

Anyway, we wrapped things up and headed home.

"Home, please, driver.  I mean 'Mom'."

I got a great bill of health, lots of lovin', a few cookies (many thanks, Aunt Beth!), a fun car ride, AND ... a nice bowl of kibble when I got home.  For those wondering about the big question, yes, Dad fed Cam after I left.  It means a lot to her to stick to our regular schedule, so actually I'm glad.  She even got a treat while I had my lunch, so she made out pretty good!

I hope all of you are doing well, too!  Remember to see your vet often!

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher