In other medical news, the babes all had their annual checkup at the evil Vee-Eee-Tee, (a.k.a. the WonderVet) yesterday. As I was getting my little car ready for the onslaught of three big brits, look who decided to help.
Yes, that is one of the neighbor's chickens. In my car. A chicken in my car.
I opened all of the doors and ran from side to side, trying to shoo that bird out of my car. At one point I might have been heard to threaten her with the stew-pot if she left any chicken poo in my car. Eventually, I did get her out of my car without having to act on that threat, and was able to get the babes into the car. By myself. I took all three hooligans, by myself, in my little Prius. What was I thinking? I have no idea. Here are a couple of shots of the babes in the back seat of my car
They were a little squished, but not for long. Emma jumped right into the front seat and planted herself in front of the air vents. She loves the feel of the air conditioning blowing right in her face, so I turned it on full blast. Big mistake. It felt like a meat locker in my car, but every time I turned the fan down, Emma would whine. :sigh:
Luckily, I had an early appointment and it wasn't too crowded in the waiting room. As soon as I got the babes into the office, they took off in three directions with me in the center holding the leashes. I felt like the hub of a wagon wheel. After much tangling and untangling of leashes, I managed to get them signed in and seated.
Then the vet's three-legged cat wandered out from behind the counter. Now, my babes hate cats, but a three legged cat? They figured that was easy prey. There was much whining and woo-wooing on the dogs' part while the cat calmly sat just out of reach, yawning, while I was pulling on the leashes with all of my strength, saying "we love kitties...kitties are our friends."
At that point the vet techs saved my arms from being pulled out of their sockets by calling us back into the exam room. God Bless the Vet Techs!!! I tried to get a photo of the babes, but this was the best I could do. Notice the leashes wrapped around my legs...
It was all worth it, though, as the WonderVet pronounced all three babes to be beautiful, healthy, happy and frightfully undisciplined. Who could ask for anything more? :-)
8 comments:
I love it... especially the last photo.
The chicken in the car reminds me of my pet rooster - rest his soul - Jackie. He was more like a dog... he met me at the car when I got home, and we even trusted him to walk in the house and back out - QUICKLY! - once in a while. He never did poo anywhere he should't have. Sweet boy. He'd ride around the farm on my shoulder all day if I'd let him...
That sounds like every trip we have to the vet with just 2 dogs (and 2 people). Can't imagine 3 dogs and one human...you are BRAVE..heehee.
Love your friendly chicken. Maybe he wanted to ride along too :)
Wyatt's Mom
Glad Mom and Dad are both up and about and driving each other crazy. That's a good sign.
I love the chicken in the car. I guess she wanted to visit the vet, too.
You're very brave taking all three pups at once by yourself. That's a lot of dog power pulling against one human. I remember when my pups were little, we'd drive up to the vet clinic and a line of techs would come out to the car and each would grab a pup or two and carry them into the office.
Great pics... and doesn't everyone need a chicken in their car? ;)
Continued good vibes for you Dad... hugs!
Three at a time? OMG. You are amazing. Glad that they are all healthy and happy.
Glad dad is home, hope he is feeling okay. Mom too!
Good news about Dad (and ewww catheter for a week?)
I'd worry if you said they all marched in a line in a disciplined manner to see the Wonder Vet....
Love every bit of this blog!
Hugs everyone (except maybe the rooster) for me.
I'm still laughing at the chicken in the car. :) So glad your dad is doing better, and I'll be thinking of him on the 28th.
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