Whew! Ike was due for his rabies and other shots, this month so, he and I set off for the low-cost shot clinic this morning. Before we could leave, I had to wrestle him into his harness. For some reason, he carried on, as if I was trying to kill him: moaning, whimpering and shaking. In addition, he's stronger than I am.
Harness and leash (finally) in place, I walked him out to my car. HE wanted to sit in the front seat and I had a time, convincing him that the sheet over the backseat was strictly for HIS benefit. In his usual klutzy manner, Ike tangled himself up in the shoulder harness.
Once we were underway, he insisted upon drooling down the back of my neck and making his grumpy noises. He didn't like the stop at the gas station or at the bank's drive-thru.
The clinic is held at a small, crowded pet/gift shop, run by a senile woman. I have to spell my last name for her, at least three times. Ike initially behaved but, became insulted, when a yellow Lab sniffed him. This nearly precipitated a dogfight.
In a neutral corner, Ike then decided that he doesn't like dachshunds, either. An older couple came in, with 4 of them. While waiting, I practically had to sit on Ike, to make him behave.
After all of that, he calmed right down, with the vet. Ike stood still, for the ear thermometer AND two shots in his butt. Go figure! He even stood still, while I wrote a check. Thank goodness, I only have to do this twice a year (once with each dog).
Harness and leash (finally) in place, I walked him out to my car. HE wanted to sit in the front seat and I had a time, convincing him that the sheet over the backseat was strictly for HIS benefit. In his usual klutzy manner, Ike tangled himself up in the shoulder harness.
Once we were underway, he insisted upon drooling down the back of my neck and making his grumpy noises. He didn't like the stop at the gas station or at the bank's drive-thru.
The clinic is held at a small, crowded pet/gift shop, run by a senile woman. I have to spell my last name for her, at least three times. Ike initially behaved but, became insulted, when a yellow Lab sniffed him. This nearly precipitated a dogfight.
In a neutral corner, Ike then decided that he doesn't like dachshunds, either. An older couple came in, with 4 of them. While waiting, I practically had to sit on Ike, to make him behave.
After all of that, he calmed right down, with the vet. Ike stood still, for the ear thermometer AND two shots in his butt. Go figure! He even stood still, while I wrote a check. Thank goodness, I only have to do this twice a year (once with each dog).
