We recently visited the Veterinarian for check-ups and immunizations for “the kids”. (Yes, we call our dogs “the kids” because their not the same gender so we can’t call them “the boys” or “the girls.”)
Because Rita Mae and Harvey Milk are enrolled in the Wellness Plan program offered by our veterinarian (we pay a regular monthly fee that covers all of their general care, check-ups and medications,) they get their name on the visitation board on the day of their appointments. I love seeing their names up there, and I always beam with pride as if they’re on the Doggy Honor Roll.
Although they are generally well-behaved (the vet techs have said, on several occasions, that they are the most well behaved dogs they have ever seen – I don’t care if they’re lying to us…I eat it up!) they do get antsy waiting in the check-up room for the Vet to come in.
Here’s Harvey, quietly whining, while looking at us with his “what’s happening and can we just go home, please, because I am too cute to suffer” eyes.
Rita has a more stoic glare, as if to say “I know what’s going on, and I don’t like it, but I’ll suck it up and get through this as long as you understand you will cuddle with me extra long and hard when we get home and I will lick you from head to toe while you sit there and take it.”
Harvey never stops fidgeting, but Rita eventually gives up the pacing and flattens herself , very un-flatteringly and un-ladylike, on the floor, awaiting the inevitable.
Eventually, Daddy Jeffrey has to cradle Harvey and reassure him that everything will be fine, to calm him down.
When they get home, they get treats and hugs and pets and lots of love for being such good puppies. They also get to retreat to their own patio chairs to relax and bask in the sun.
Although they like to fight and harass each other like true quibbling siblings, the minute we leave them be, they reveal their true affection for one another.
We’re lucky Puppy Papas, indeed!