I’d carried down a basket of The Curmudgeon’s dirty clothes and set it down by my desk. My back hurt bad enough that I didn’t want to go any farther. Much less down another flight of steps.

I sat down to rest my back and out of the corner of my eye I see Lucy sneaking over to the basket.

The Curmudgeon was going to holler at her but I told him to hush, I wanted to see what she’d do.

She made several attempts to climb in without success.

Then she decided to snatch a sock and that’s when the party ended.

Today’s Tee shirt

Do you think she’s happy about it?

I wasn’t kidding in the least when I said Gavin hates going to the vet’s office. As sweet as they are to him, he stresses out completely.

By the time Dr. Ashley got to him, he was a stressed out mess. Poor traumatized baby who never even felt the shot when he got it. Insists that they mistreat him there.

More like treat the heck out of him…he got cheese on a tongue depressor, twice! Lots of his Nutro berry treats for tricks to keep his mind off of where he was. One tech loaded him up on dog food treats after she took his temperature. All this before Dr. Ashley came in to give him his shot.

Why does he hate going there? We will never figure it out. But the older he gets the worse he about it.

He has to go back for a booster. I asked about just giving him the shot in the car. Dr. Ashley thinks it might be a good idea. Anything to lower his stress level.

He loved it!

He got a lot of these. We buy these and each of the other flavors they make. Good treats. Healthy treats.

I’m taking Gavin to the vet today for his Leptospirosis vaccine. At his age catching it could be immediately fatal.

I’m hoping they’ll do a nail trim while we’re there since I am unable to do so without help. The Curmudgeon is no help.

For more information on Leptospirosis go here:

http://healthypets.mercola.com/sites/healthypets/archive/2013/02/25/canine-leptospirosis.aspx

This boy is not going to be happy.

The day before yesterday, it was very cold outside. Yesterday was cold.

Lucy is not pleased and neither am I. We were looking forward to warm weather, walks in the parks, not freezing our buns off.

So glad I hadn’t put the heavy coat away yet.

Lucy was looking for her hoodie. I told her she has fur, she can go outside without a hoodie since there is no snow with the cold.

Now she’s wrapped in her blanket and snoring.

Daddy bees in the Momma’s place. They April fooled me!

I’ve been fighting with Lucy over her eating things in the yard. Last night I picked the weed she seems to be going after all the time, brought the sample inside, and got on the computer.

I found a match, it is purple dead nettle and it is actually good for you.

It turns out that those purple, fuzzy looking weeds with square stems is Lamium purpureum, a plant in the mint family known as purple dead nettle. Many people harvest and eat it.

Eat it?  The little pink flowers taste sweet. The rest of the plant is high in a number of nutrients including those cancer-busting compounds, antioxidants.

Looks like our little dog is no fool.

Miss Lucy is proof of that. She waltzed into the vet’s office like she owned the joint. Unlike Gavin who you have to drag in the door.

In minutes, she had the office staff giving her treats and scratches. Unlike Gavin who would’ve been hiding under the seats in the waiting room.

Because of an emergency, we did have a long wait in our room, but she stretched out on her side and dozed off. Unlike Gavin who would’ve totally stressed out to the point of us having to leave to come back at a later date.

On the floor with the vet techs, Lucy barely noticed the needle stick and the blood removal. Gavin would have to be muzzled and he’d be in panic mode.

An examination by the vet had her climbing on Dr. Ashley, snuggling in, wagging her tail, and giving kisses. Gavin would be looking for a place to hide and trying get as far away from Dr. Ashley as possible.

Two shots given unnoticed and she was still all wags and kisses. Where Gavin would act like a baby and be ready to go home NOW.

I am a brave and happy girl.

Lunatic dog.

Lucy got a bath yesterday morning so she’ll smell nice and look pretty when she goes to the vet this afternoon .

I climbed into the shower with a very indignant dog. Miffed she was, because we’d fooled her into going upstairs, thinking a bed bounce lay in her future.

Instead she got a bath.

She stood facing a corner, head down, shoulders hunched as if she were getting a beating. Her eyes closed tight. Tailed tucked as tight as could be.

However once the washing and rinsing stopped, and the toweling began, she became a whirling dervish, a loony toon, a complete nut ball.

I sent her downstairs to The Curmudgeon while I cleaned the shower and picked up wet towels. I could hear her bouncing off the back of couch several times as she hucklebutted all over downstairs.

Bath days around this house are a real riot and the reason I can only do one dog a day.

Spot the bully

The Vet put Gavin on Dasuquin and the still bouncy 14-year-old has become even more bouncy. I do believe he is feeling better.

He seriously worries me when he goes bounding into the kitchen. It’s far too easy for him to slip on the tile and hurt himself.

Nothing is going to stop him though even though it is midnight. He bounds from rug to rug in the living room and eggs Lucy on like crazy. He gets her bouncing her crate like a maniac and then he decides he’s ready to go into his to sleep. “My work here is done.”

When I do let them play together earlier in the daytime it’s even crazier.

Never a dull moment around here.