I’m not having the best of days, out on my stroll I found a mahoosive pile of something and had a super time rolling in it until Beloved called a halt to my fun .. cue a bath .. then Mrs P caught me biting the base of my tail ..cue a body check which revealed a sore patch …cue a trip to the vets !! Mrs P and beloved thought it would be
funny wise for me to go in fancy dress cue ..
Anyhoo this turned out to be a very good idea, ‘Vet Lady’
poked checked out my sore, ruled out fleas, and worms as I’m up to date on both then said it could be a blockage in my anal glands and promptly put on a fresh pair of gloves ..Mrs P asked me to bow which even I have to admit I did to perfection, then with my huge ample posterior in the air ‘Vet Lady’ proceeded to – No I can’t describe what she did next I’m still in trauma I mean it’s not even if I know her Christian name for goodness sake
The up shot is I now have to try to swallow these due to a skin infection
‘Vet Lady’ also asked me to be weighed – I came in at 120 lbs, her parting remark apart from wanting to see next week was now are you ready for this .. “When you stop growing we will need to keep an eye on your weight as there is a difference between a big dog and a fat dog !!!” Like I hadn’t been humiliated enough, next week I’m taking some fava beans and a bottle of Chianti and lets see her pass any comments then
POST EDIT ..Mrs P thought I hadn’t been through enough and would just like to share this …