This was a new vet, and he is PAWSOME! Funny, gentle with me and I liked him. You know, as much as you can like a vet. The practice is small, but very clean and very friendly. The receptionist gets to take her dogs to work, and guess what? She has a Doxie! A very fat, 7ish year old brindle female. She also has a two year old Boston Terrier female.
|Just being a good girl, as always.|
Dachshund Mommy: NOTHING pisses me off as much as rude small dogs. If Gigi's barking at another dog either a) put the dog on the floor so it's not guarding you or b) put the dog back in it's bag. There's no excuse for a yappy little powder puff to be barking it's head off at my perfectly behaving dog. Nola just sat on my lap, ignoring the dog as it barked it's head off at her. Occasionally, she'd look up at me like "what's wrong with that thing?".
I try very hard to be a good ambassador for small dog owners, and have Nola be a good ambassador for both Dachshunds and smaller dogs, both of which get a bad rap. Nola walks well on a leash, doesn't snap, generally ignores other dogs, has basic and advanced training, I don't have her in a purse, she is a CGC (Canine Good Citizen) and if she barks I take control of the situation, either by picking her up or putting her down, or walking away from whatever she's barking at.
It frustrates me to no end that other small dog owners don't take the same level of responsibility over their dogs.
|Sit/stay while Mom checked out.|
When we went to pay, I did a sit stay while Mom talked to the receptionist (and cooed over the kittens available for adoption). Stressful place, new people, other dogs...doesn't get more distracting then that!
I'm in fabulous condition! Gleaming coat, clean ears, no anal gland issues, beautiful teeth (no tarter on them at all), incredible muscle tone and I'm at an ideal weight. In fact, when Mom asked how my weight was, the vet did two things. First, he showed us this (I rank as a four):
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|That's right, Sweetie and Sugar, IDEAL!|
Then he brought in the receptionist's Dachshund, and showed us how overweight she was compared to my lean, muscled frame. Mom spent a huge amount time gloating to my grandparents (who always poke fun and say I'm fat) how I was ideal, BOL!
|The picture of health and beauty.|
Kisses and Tail Wags,
PS From Dachshund Mommy: I cannot go anywhere with Nola and not hearing: "Aww, she's SO CUTE!!!!!"
|As long as Mom was in my sight, I was okay.|
|"But I want Momma to hold me!" I even gave this vet tech kisses!|