I had to take Molly for her annual vet appointment this past Monday. The trip to the Vet is just as traumatic for me as it is for Molly. I came home to pick her up and she was so excited because she got to go for a ride in the car. It has been a while for her. All I had to do was say "Do you wanna go for a ride?" She mauled me all the way to the car.
When we got about a half-mile from the Vets office she knew where we were going and she knew she had been tricked. Hopefully she will forgive me. I practically had to drag her into the office.
The Vet came in and Molly started growling and barking to voice her displeasure at the situation. After a quick consultation with the Vet on the best way to give Molly her shots, he headed to the back with Molly leading the way on her black leash with metallic silver paw prints up and down it. If a dog is going to go, she has to go in style.
Within about three minutes I heard her leading the charge back to the waiting room, panting very loudly as she strained at the leash to get the hell out of there. Since I didn't hear Molly yelp or scream, I thought the Vet had given her up as a lost cause and was going to refuse to do it. He came back into the room and announced they were finished.
I was surprised and wanted to know what secret he had discovered. There was a cat in its carrier waiting to be picked up and Molly was so busy messing with the cat, he put three needles in her and she never even noticed. The cat distracting her was all it took. Now we know what to do the next time.
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