Yesterday Gavin entertained me by trying to hide under the potted palm in the waiting room.  The receptionists and I were in the giggles.  He crawled under a chair in the exam room, closed his eyes, and ducked his head in the old ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’ routine.  Didn’t work, the vet tech cracked up and took his temperature anyway.

     When Dr O came in, Gavin tried to ooze under the door.  That didn’t work either.  Dr. O laughed at him and did a complete examination.  He even snuck in a quick peek down Gavin’s mouth as far as Gavin would open it.

     Gavin didn’t get his shots.  No, he managed to come down with a case of the squirts.  All night long and for most of the day before his scheduled 2:30 appointment, I took him out every two hours…or less.  He came home with two bottles of medications and he is back on the old hamburger and rice diet.

     I didn’t want to take both dogs in together.  I tried that last time and Chicken Dog had Patty all apprehensive.  She usually enjoys her vet visits.  That’s why I made two separate appointments.  However, now Gavin is tagging along to Patty’s appointment on the second to get his shots.  DH can come along and enjoy Chicken Dog’s entertaining antics and then he can take him to the car while Patty gets her check up.

     This should be interesting…