Dogter Round Two

This time I took both dogs. 

'Hmmm, I wonder where we're going?'

'Why is the boy in my way and what is with the tiger hat?'

Once we got the vet dogter, Scruffy immediately began to tremble.  Poor baby.  I held her but she still wasn't happy. 

Mr. Fox weighs 17.3 lbs - I feel proud at fattening him up.  He was 13.5 when we got him almost two years ago.  Scruffy is 12.5.  The dogter didn't say anything about anyone being too fat so I'm not worried.

Mr. Fox decided to gas everyone out of the waiting room.  One poor lady with her guinea pig began to sniff its butt thinking her little guinea pig was the offender.  I had to tell everyone it was Fox and apologize.  So embarrassing.

'Get me the hell heck out of here!!!'

Scruffy:  Mommy, help me.  Mr. Fox:  I think I'll just keep farting

Look who was in the exam room with us - Kyla!  No, maybe Sweet William?  No, maybe Susie or Bites?  No, maybe it's Daisy or Bella?  I know it's not Stuart because there's no spiffy white.  Oh well, whoever it was, it made our visit.

We waited in the exam room and Mr. Fox proceeded to fart about 5 more times.  Nice.  Tyger and I nearly died in there.  I think I saw a plant die.  When the dogter came in she said Mr. Fox knew how to clear a room.  Ain't that the truth!  He wasn't too thrilled to be up on the exam table so even though I was loosely holding him and had his leash, he decided to just leap off and onto the floor while the dogter was trying to listen to his heart.  Cute dope that he is!  Then he hid in the corner but I didn't get a picture.  When it came time for them both to go in the back and get their shots and Mr. Fox to get his nails trimmed,  he went happily but Scruffy, smart terrier that she is, refused to walk that way unless I went that way.  Poor girl, I had to pick her up and hand her to the nurse. 

One thing that made me happy was the dogter said that Mr. Fox's eye - the missing one - looked great.  I always worry it's going to open or something.  She said she left a little extra skin so he wouldn't have too much nerve damage and could still make cute expressions.  

Tyger and I waited in the freshly sprayed with air freshener waiting room.  When the dogs came back we paid the excessive bill for three shots for Fox, one booster for Scruffy, two heartworm tests, one box of Trifexis, one nail trimming and various 'we looked at your dog' fees.  I will have to remind Tyger of this when he's 18 and we have no money for college!  I kid...