The V word

HE took me to the vets last week.

I guess it wasn't so bad. I got to go in the car. I like that A LOT!

And then we had a little walk around town. He was very proud to be showing me off. Though we still had to keep clear of other dogs. Didn't see any about though so it was all fine.

Then I went in to the vets (Feldon) and the ladies on reception were very nice. They looked at me and said how lovely I was looking. Then something about being a big girl and HE made me sit on this big metal thing. Forty Two and a half kilos whatever that means. Probably just about exactly right I'd guess. Though they did say something about weight watchers. Hmmm. Have to watch that one...

Then I went into this little room at the back and this lovely lady had a really good look at me. She said I had lovely teeth, and fur, and eyes. Just thought I was all over gorgeous really. Well obviously!

Then she had a listen to my tummy and checked under my mouth - said something about glands up and needing more antibiotics. Not a big fan of them, though HE does put them in little bits of sausage thinking I don't know what HE is up to. HE is sooo dumb!

BUT THEN!!!

I can hardly bring myself to recount it.

Really, it shouldn't happen to a lady.

He said something about scooting, and I knew I was for it when she got some rubber gloves and cotton wool. I didn't like that one bit but she said it would empty some sacs somewhere near my bottom. Oh the memory...

But then she gave me a couple of doggy biscuit things so I decided to forget all about her indiscretion.

I decided to stay close to HIM after that. A little shaken by the experience but okay. She said she thought I might be a bit younger than they had said at the Doggy prison home thing, maybe 3 or 4 even. Still a big girl though. In every way!!! Ha ha.

Then we had a little walk back to the car and a drive round back to home.

Very eventful little trip for little old me!

Bella out.

Snoring to do...