Paisley & The Vet

Paisley had an appointment today with the vet to get up to date on her shots and have her "puppy wellness exam" to make sure she is healthy and free of any parasites or infections so she can get spayed in two weeks. Her appointment wasn't until 1:30 this afternoon and I woke up at 6:12am and that's the first thing I thought of. Not the fact that I had to work in half an hour but that she had to go to the vet. My poor baby has to go get shots and be manhandled and go crazy from all of the smells there and I really hope they don't have an office cat...... 


Basically, her vet appointment was giving me more anxiety all day than I think Paisley had in the 40 minutes that we were even in the office. She was a pro. I'd even go as far to say that I think she liked it there! She already loves going for car rides so I felt bad like I was tricking her since we weren't just going for a drive but she hopped out at the clinic, sniffed around, and headed straight for the door. Whatever happened to dogs and cats cowering and freezing up before they even get inside? Maybe she's just naive still. Or maybe that's just how awesome she really is. Obviously, she's just that awesome. Anyway, Paisley sat on the scale and laid on the table. LAID ON THE TABLE. And no doctor, I did not give her any sort of calming medicine or treat before we came in. Like I said, she's awesome. But she also loves a good bribe so as soon as the doc and ass (that's short for assistant, in case you didn't know) started to offer treats, then she really showed off. She let them look in her ears, touch her paws, give the shots and only gave a small fight when they had to draw some blood. Oh and to top it off, I had to bring in a "fecal sample" aka I was carrying around a milk dud size piece of shit in a ziplock baggy that had to be tested for worms. Just lovely. Needless to say, we got 100% good news! Paisley left with a mouth full of treats and a clean bill of health and I left without a big chunk of my bank account . I can't complain though. She really is the sweetest pup, the best little spoon and the perfect addition to our lives. 


After some snuggling and resting on the couch, we topped off the rest of our afternoon by enjoying a long and relaxing walk around town. It was almost 60 degrees! In January! IN IOWA! Yep, amazing. Looks like those shots didn't phase her one bit! Now, here's to hoping that when I drop her off when she gets spayed, I spare myself the embarrassment and save the meltdown for the car. And Fergie's hit "Big Girls Don't Cry" better not be on the radio...it gets me every time.

Mom, I can't relax with your camera in my face....