To the vet this week I went with Mom for my annual check-up. Initially, my tail-wagging thought was: “Hooray! An adventure with Mom!” But, unfortunately, once inside did I recognize sans aplomb The scent of needles and sound of desperate dogs’ “yups.”
“Oh no!” I whined as I turned (tail uncurled) towards the door. “Get me out. I want out. Out, out, out – out and now.” My mom tried to soothe me, but I wondered, “How Could she love me and to this place me lure?”
“Get me out. I want out.”
“I can handle this,” I coached myself. “I really am a smart dog. I write poetry, right? I can do math, too. I even have my own blog.” So, how does a smart dog survive at the vet? Just think of a way to hide! Outside, outside, outside, of course, but an option is not outside.
Do the Polka Dots Hide My Spots?
Beneath two polka-dotted chairs I hid – convinced my spots would blend. In walked the vet, something in hand, and with a mesmerizing tone, Coaxed me from my hiding place with a large box of milk bones. Then came that dreaded booster shot, shattering my state of Zen!
Lured by a box of milk bones? Yes, and impetuously, I did not even read, If they were organic and gluten-free, as my mom always does for me.
The irony of my imperfect rhyme is that while I am a smart canine, I ate humble pie, thinking it was a treat, while I got a shot in my behind.