A different take on Simply A Moment, which is organised by Alexa,this month. Over to the furriest member of the family:
I knew something was up when they woke me from my mid afternoon doze. Have they never heard the expression 'Let sleeping dogs lie'? I could tell from the excited tone of their voices that we were off on an adventure. I ran up and down stairs while they muttered something about standing still or they would never get my harness on. Harness? Woo Hoo! The harness means we're going in the car. If it were just a walk it would be the lead. I know it's hard to get the straps done up if I refuse to stand still but it's just too exciting to keep all four paws on the ground. The door's open, I make my bid for freedom. We're in the car - I'm in the back seat. It's so unfair, I'm never allowed in the front seat and yet they head for the front every. single. time. I did make it into the passenger seat of Nanny's mini once while she was folding down the front seat but I was quickly and if I may say, in an undignified manner, ejected and put in the back.
After a little while the car stops and my harness is unclipped from the seat belt holder. I jump to the ground, give myself a shake and look around. The Vets! We're at the vets! Happy Days! I love it at the vets. Come on, hurry up I need to get in there and soak up the admiration from the receptionist. Honestly, these humans that own me can be very slow sometimes.
I'm in. The door's closed and yes, here comes the receptionist. She's ever so pleased to see me. I have a little preen. Yes, I am gorgeous. Yes, I've had a lovely haircut. Yes, I am so sweet natured. Yes, I'm here for my 2 year check up. What? Check up? Does that mean they'll be doing unmentionable things to me to get my temperature? Does this check up involve needles by any chance? I look at my humans. They didn't mention check ups. They just said 'vets'. I lose interest in the receptionist and investigate the waiting room. Sniff all the bags of dog food, have a look at the dog toys on display. Have a good look in one of those cat carry cases. No cat in there though. I love it when I come across one with a cat in it. I can taunt them because they're in a cage and I'm not! I can walk around and check things out, they're locked in.
Another person comes down the corridor. She's wearing a medical coat. She's got a stethoscope round her neck. She looks like the lady that put that thermometer in my 'you know where' last time. If she thinks she can get away with that one again, she's got another think coming.
It's all going well, there's no temperature taking, a bit of lung and heart listening, she looks into my big brown eyes and my lovely sharp teeth and then out of nowhere comes a syringe. What's she going to do with that? Ouch. Excuse me lady but that was my neck you put that in.
I'm down off the table now and the needle lady takes me off to be weighed. I'm returned to Nanny who's been waiting for me in the surgery. Apparently I've put on weight and am now at the optimum weight for my breed. I have a horrible feeling that this may impact on the quantity of treats I'm allowed.
Simply a Moment - at the vets with Coco.