|I don't really have to see Dr. Thompson this morning, do I?|
As brave as Becca is when she sees other people with dogs in the desert, this same bravado disappears when we make a trip to the vet for her annual wellness checkup. As soon as we get inside the building and I weigh her (53 lbs.) she begins to tremble. Sometimes she trembles so much she sheds fur. Today she was trembling so much she was drooling a little. And then--to add insult to injury--she was confronted by three Great Danes who were eager to interact with her. Becca thought they were ponies. I watched in amusement while the two women with the Danes (mother and daughter, I suspect) weighed each of them on the scale: 113 lbs., 112 lbs., 111 lbs. And they had another, a male (presumably even larger), waiting in the van outside.
Once inside the examination room Becca had a thermometer stuck up her butt while I held her. She never seems especially troubled by this act. But the waiting for the vet to show is horrendous as she (Becca) moves around the room like a caged wildcat, also drooling in there, but panting like a dog who just ran a marathon.
When the inner door opened and Dr. Thompson entered, Becca calmed down a bit. The doctor is a wonderful young woman--personable and professional--and she gave Becca an exam that lasted approximately ten minutes. After pronouncing Becca fit, the doctor tried giving the ungrateful canine two treats, both of which Becca spat out.
When the exam was over, in order to prevent my left arm being ripped out at the socket, I took Becca to the car then went back to pay the bill. Before leaving the parking lot at the vet's office I gave Becca the two treats she had spat out. She promptly devoured them. Then she looked belligerently around the area, perhaps hoping to start something with the big ponies who had intimidated her inside.