Y’all Won’t Believe What Happened at the Vet The Other Day
Hey everyone, it’s been a day. You know how it goes – you think you’re in for a normal Tuesday, and then BAM! Vet day sneaks up on you like that pile of laundry you’ve been ignoring.
So there I was, sipping my morning coffee, when I remembered – crap, it’s Sola and Tido’s annual checkup. Cue the panic as I scrambled to get these two goofballs in the car. Let me tell you, it was like herding cats… if cats were 60-pound fur monsters with zero chill.
The whole ride there, Tido’s got his head out the window, tongue flapping in the breeze like it’s the best day ever. Meanwhile, Sola’s in the backseat giving me the stink-eye. I swear that dog can smell a vet appointment from a mile away.
We roll up to the clinic, and it’s like somebody flipped a switch. Tido goes from happy-go-lucky to “oh hell no” in 0.2 seconds flat. And Sola? She’s doing her best impression of a furry puddle on the floor. Real dignified, guys.
The waiting room was its own kind of chaos. You’ve got Tido trying to make friends with every dog, person, and potted plant in sight, while Sola’s attempting to become one with the chair. I’m just sitting there, praying we don’t get called last.
Finally, it’s our turn. The vet tech calls us back, all smiles and “who’s a good boy?” I’m thinking, “Lady, you’re about to find out these ain’t good boys (or girls) when there are needles involved.”
Tido’s up first for his shots. This dog, I swear. He’s wagging his tail, loving life, right up until the moment that needle comes out. Then it’s all dramatic yelps and “betrayed” looks. You’d think I’d fed him nothing but dry kibble for a year.
Then there’s Sola. My drama queen. She takes one look at the exam table and decides today’s the day she learns to teleport. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work. It took me, the vet, and promises of enough treats to give her doggy diabetes just to get her up there.
By the time we’re done with vaccines, weighing (don’t ask), and the world’s most reluctant nail trim, I’m sweating like I’ve run a marathon. In flip-flops. Uphill. Both ways.
But here’s the kicker – the moment we step out of that clinic, it’s like nothing ever happened. Tido’s back to his bouncy self, and Sola’s strutting like she owns the place. And me? I’m already dreading next year’s appointment.
So yeah, that was my Tuesday. How’s your week going? Anyone else feel like they need a stiff drink after a vet visit, or is that just me? Drop your war stories in the comments – misery loves company, right?
P.S. Shout out to all the vet staff out there. Y’all deserve a raise, a vacation, and probably therapy after dealing with drama queens like mine all day!
