Patty’s trip to the vet–always an adventure
Unlike Gavin, Patty seems to enjoy going to the vet’s office. Granted, there was a minute or two where she shook a tiny bit, but I think that business started when we once brought her along with the great and cowering Gavin. We won’t do that again. This time she was only there for her rabies shot and check up. She was a very good girl and ended her visit with a demonstration of her favorite ‘stick ‘em up’ trick, lots of treats, tail wags, and plenty of pets. She knows how to get treats out them even after her vet tells her she needs to cut down on her snacks.
In the waiting room, she was a little ready to scuffle with two of the dogs she saw, but I kept her under strict control. She hasn’t been good with other dogs since the year a neighbor’s pit-bull came through our fence and tried to chew her up. Patty never quite got over that incident and became dog aggressive after that with all dogs except Gavin. We’ve been working on having her ignore other dogs and she’s getting the idea. However, I wouldn’t trust her without supervision.
That dog was the reason we tore down the old fencing and hedges and installed the new fencing. The owners were too lazy to keep the dog under control and in their own yard. I blame them for the entire problem, not the dog.
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Doggonedmysteries 
Once again you jogged my head and a bunch of puzzle pieces fell into place. Every single instant I can think of where a vet said my animal shouldn’t gain weight was a place where everyone insisted on stuffing them with treats.
One, who I had gone to as the least worst choice, followed us back into the waiting room, and actually backed my 120 lb. dog into a corner trying to force him to take yet another lousy treat. When he politely told her to back off she told me he was dangerous. I moved into her personal space and told her not as dangerous as I was if she didn’t stop baiting him.
Doc, who never said anything of the sort, gave all animals a massage for a treat – he never forgot their favorite spots.
Our vet would never force a treat and the ones he has are low cal. Something I need to get for these two moochers. He also never gives them more than one or two. 😉
Miss Patty says, “I like my vet and I give my kisses for free.”
Glad to hear your vet is sensible about treats. I love hearing stories about common sense – wish it would become a fad!
Dr. O is truly one of the best vets we’ve ever had. We’ve gone to him for many years. He was Malcolm’s vet right up to the end.
All of our Bullies love the vet, Dr. Steve gets down on the floor with them & plays or rubs thier bellies. He only gives one treat as well. Darla is dog aggressive too, I know how that is to have constant supervision when other dogs are around.
The vets office ran a special–a blood test, 25 diagnostic tests that check for anemia, cancer, diabetes, infection, inflammation, diseases of the heart, liver, intestines, kidneys, pancreas, and thyroid, along with a fecal test, all for a very reasonable price. So I said, wth not? Her results came back today–she’s one very healthy pup. YAY!!! Now if they’d only run the same sort of special on the tests for senior dogs…
Dram, our Goldie, didn’t mind the vet’s, but he didn’t like being weighed (probably shame:)) He used to walk straight off the scales before you saw the weght. The only way to weigh him was for JW to weigh himself and then pick up all 80+ lbs and reweigh!
JW told Jennie and me (every time) that Dram was to have no treats, guess who was the first to give in to those pleading eyes- you’ve guessed, it was the “hard man” himself!
The dogs know that the men are the soft touches.