Monday, 4th August 2008 - Cars, Vets & the Little Purple Pill!

I am NOT a happy camper today! Mummy reintroduced me to my two pet hates - cars and vets!

Now I like Aunty Bernice but I don't like the car. And I bark all the way there and then all the way back. I must say the journey was a tad more comfy this time as mummy put one of my doonas on the backseat for me - nice and snug - but I still don't like the car! Well, the car is OK....as long as it isn't moving. Anyway mummy strapped on my harness yesterday (upside down too I might add - silly mummy! But then it has been a while since she's had to put it on me since I don't go walkies no more....*sniff*) and then proceeded to carry me out to Nanny's car. I thought we were going for a walk until mummy deposited me on the backseat....OK so I can't walk anymore but I thought maybe mummy was going to do the walking and I do the sight-seeing (and smelling....love smells!). But no, this was not to be. In the car we get. Nanny is behind the big round thing with her hands on and we start moving. Now I remember why I don't like it. Mummy is in the backseat with me, trying to coax me into silence with snacks and a meaty chew bone. HA! Ain't gonna work. What part of I DON'T LIKE CARS don't you understand?? That's not to say I don't take the treats - they are yum! But they don't shut me up. Still I bark and bark and bark. And still the car moves and moves and moves. Mummy is trying to offer me this big meaty chew which I munched on for a bit till it fell on the floor...then I lost interest. She probably figures if I get going on that it will keep me quiet....have I got news for you, mum?!

After what seems like an eternity (probably for mummy as well - that will learn you for taking me in the car!) we arrive at Aunty Bernice's. First stop - pee pee. Much better! Then mummy picks me up and takes me inside. I remember the smell, and I don't like it. And already in the waiting room are two birds with their mummy. Aunty Louise comes out just as mummy deposits me on that cold metal slab thing that beeps. She tells Aunty Louise 14.1 and that I've lost 500grams since last visit. I don't remember losing anything....if I did, where did it go? Did I put it down somewhere or bury it maybe? I'll have to think on that one. Anyway...what ARE grams? And can you eat them?

Mummy talks to Aunty Louise about grown up human stuff that makes no sense to me. I don't care....I just don't like the smell and I don't want to be there. It usually means a jab or two and I don't like that. But wait...Aunty Bernice also means those yummy liver treats! Hmmm....jabs versus liver treats. Hmmm...tough one. Then in comes an old boy with a little window sponge dog about a quarter of my size called Rambo. Some Rambo he is....dog is sitting there on his daddy's knee shaking life a leaf! I just bark and give that pathetic whine. The old boy asks mummy "Is she OK? She sounds like she's in agony." You're telling me, mister - I'm at the vet. You don't like dentists - I don't vets! But mummy says "No, she's an old girl now - almost 15 - and she has doggy dementia. She gets a little confused this time of day and whines a lot." Who you calling old, mum?? Anyway, it's almost my dinner time - I ain't too confused not to know that!

Just then Aunty Louise comes out and gives mummy a little snap-lock bag with something in it. I tried sniffing it but mummy put it in her bag. Awww mummmmm!! Someone else walked in with a big wolf-like looking dog as mummy put me on her hip and went over to the counter. Just as well...I didn't like the looks of that big dog and the room was getting cramped. Mummy was giving Aunty Louise some colour bits of paper just as Aunty Bernice came out! Aunty Bernice!!! She came over and said hello to me and I gave her kisses. She smells nice. Aunty Bernice was telling mummy to try those for a week and see how we go, and if they don't make a difference then she'd look at changing to....something unpronouncable. I don't know what "those" were - might have something to do with the little bag mum slipped into her handbag. Aunty Bernice said it should last about 12 hours and will give mummy a good nights sleep at least. Oh, so the little bag was for mummy? Not for me. Oh good. So Aunty Bernice is a people doctor too? That's good to know...a little confusing, but reassuring....I think.

Anyway, coloured paper handed over and a white piece of paper given back to mummy and it was back in the car we went. Only a short ride because we stopped at Nanny and Poppy's for a little where I got to see Poppy, and some HUGE poodles that live next door. Then mummy betrayed me by getting all excited and saying hello to another dog that looked a little like me....she called her "Evie". I seem to remember Evie....I think. But she's a dog and I don't like dogs. I probably liked her daddy though....I love people! Then guess what happened next? Back in the car again! And this was a long drive because Nanny was taking us back home. And you know what? I barked all the way there. And to top it off, I was starving. It was my dinner time and I don't like that to be late.

Mummy, being the good mummy that she is, made up my cot and put me to bed with my dinner. She thought I didn't see the little purple pill in there but I did....who cares? It was mixed in with chicken, vegetables, rice and gravy and it was yum! But it wasn't long after that I began to feel a little sleepy......I mean, I usually have an after dinner nap but I was very sleepy. So I'll just close my eyes for a little while and have a rest. I'll wake up with a second wind and all will be well again.

But right now I'm just a little bit......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......