I got to go to the vet. Yeah I know, some of you who are my dog friends don’t like the vet and your people even have to spell it out. Believe me, I didn’t used to like going. The first time my person took me I even spit out the dog treat they gave me – and if you know me, dog treats are my favorite.
I think I didn’t like the vet then because they’d taken some things away from me. When my people first brought me home I had some missing parts.
But now I love the vet.
First, I get to go find lots of new smells. I always check to see if I recognize any smells from my trails. Sometimes I find the same ones.
Then, I get treats. I used to only get treats when I was ready to go back home, but today I got lots of treats.
I didn’t really like all those things they stuck in me, but after that I got more treats – and loves, so it was okay.
There’s a new vet working with my other vet and I got to meet her. I really like her. She gave me lots of loves – and that’s all she did – she kept giving me loves. I like her a lot.
What, person? She was examining me?
No, you’re wrong. She liked me so much that all she wanted to do was give me loves.