Once a year, you just gotta do it, but the Duke doesn’t care for the vet. I have to admit this up front: the Duke is a wimp. You do anything to him he doesn’t like? He screams like he is being murdered. And so loud.
Mind you, the worst thing that happened was having his anal glands expelled, but he sounded like he was at death’s door. I’m sure all the other people with pets were horrified at what awful, horrible, terrible things were going on. Go explain that our dog gets hysterical if you do anything he doesn’t like. Like, for example, staring at him funny or trying to put pain-free medication in his ear. Or pulling a tick off his ear.
Total hysteria. It takes three people to hold him down while he shrieks in fear.
What really happened? He got a rabies shot and his anal glands were cleaned out. He can stop scooting. Also, he got weighed and is a pound less than last year. His teeth are good. His coat is shiny. He had his hysterics for the day and all we have to do his hope we don’t have to deal with this again until next year. I got some more heartworm meds and he won’t need another rabies shot for three years.
The the last time he shrieked like this was when Tom and Ellin’s dog looked at him funny and he screamed in terror. Really, there was no fighting, Nothing happened. She just LOOKED at him and he panicked. Not the bravest dog in the pack.
Wimp he may be, but he is our very own charming, sweet-natured wimp. I’m grateful we don’t have to take him to the vet often. I don’t think my nerves could take it and I’m pretty sure neither could the Duke’s.