...where I am? That's right, the VET. This is my least favorite place to be. (Insert a very, very SAD face).
Can someone please come and rescue me?
Ok, all the "fun" is over. Let's get out of here, Mommy!!!
I did have an okay VET visit. It was time for my annual wellness exam and heartworm test. I squealed and barked like any pup would that's going to the VET. We met some cute chihuahuas named Pumpkin and Tiger. Then it was time to go to the exam room and onto the metal table. The DR. checked all my vitals...teeth, heartbeat, ears, eyes, and all that other necessary stuff. Next it was time for the DR. to steal some blood from me. Of course he wanted to muzzle me but the VET TECH said that it was ok. Really? Wow! She must know that I am just terrified to be there and I would never hurt anyone. After the blood robbery, it was time to get on the scale. Oh boy! I weigh 49 lbs. There were some "D" words (diet) and "H" (husky) words going through Mommy's head. But the VET TECH never said I was overweight. As soon as we got in our truck, Mommy said told me that I am not fat but a little husky and that I needed to start a D-I-E-T. WHAT?! And guess what? The diet started today. We went for our second walkie after dinner and Mommy has already cut down on snack time. Here we go!
