On Tuesday I went to the vet for my yearly checkup. I know many of you have been concerned about my lost jumper, and I don’t want to keep you in suspense. The vet thinks I have a pinched nerve in my back and she put me on some yummy medication. Hopefully, I will have my jumper back soon. If not my parents have learned how to lift me gently and I like the lifting.
I blame Pocket. She gets on my nerves a lot. And sometimes she sleeps with her head on me. Her personality gets on my nerves, and then her sleeping head pinched them. And I haven’t got an apology yet.
My parents, in a very insulting and demeaning manner, tried to body shame me by openly speculating about my supposed weight gain. They even took it upon themselves, without getting a medical opinion, to start working carrots into my treat rotation. I don’t mind the carrots, but I resented the implication. The first thing the vet techs did was weigh me. I had not gained a single ounce. I made my parents walk down the hallway between exam rooms while medical professionals threw Beggin’ Strips at them and yelled “Shame.”
I got my shots and my inspection without a single yip or finding. Then it was time for my to entertain the staff and I killed it.
A tech took my picture and began giving me treats. She didn’t give me one treat like my parents do. She gave me treat after treat. It was heaven. Then other vets and techs came in the room to tell me how cute I was and to scratch me. My tail was wagging at lightening speed.
There must have been five people crowded in the room around me giving me attention and asking my mom about me. Most of them had never seen a Brussels Griffon before. My mom was very proud to tell them all what a terrific breed we are and what a great dog I am.
When we went into the waiting to room to pay the bill, there were more staff and guests telling me how beautiful I was. I did not need the affirmation, but it was nice to hear. It is special when people don’t just recognize the obvious but state it as well.
I got home, and even before my first pill, I was strutting around the house, knowing I was the Queen of the Vets.
I may be still earth bound because of my injury, but in my heart, I was jumping ten feet in the air.