My dog is little, a yorkie (we think) who weighs less than 10 pounds. When a pet is that little they can’t get their vaccinations all at the same time- the process has to be done over two weeks.
Now my dog is not the smartest thing, she routinely runs around like a stupid cartoon pet. She will try to chase the cat, who is smarter and faster and younger, and the dog will routinely slide into things, or run past the cat and will look quizzically around for her. If a dog can have a dopey expression, mine would certainly qualify.
Now, though we consider her not too smart, she does have a certain instinct. She knows when she is going to the vet. So two weeks ago, when I was trying to take her to get round one of shots, she tried to park herself in the lobby of the building. She used all of her nine pounds to plant herself by the lobby bench- I had to pick her up. She also pulled the statue move when we got to the clinic. She refused to go down the stairs. Again, I needed to carry her down (and so glad that she’s a little thing)
Last weekend she had to get the second set of shots. The morning started out a little differently. First off, the Husband was coming with me. When we left the apartment we stopped off at the donation center, we dropped off shirts at the dry cleaner. Sally thought she was out for a jaunty walk.
About halfway to the clinic, Sally realized this was not an ordinary walk. I guess she realized the route, and did the statue thing. So maybe she’s not an intellectual, but she does have instincts.
Then there is the Husband.
When we got to the clinic, I reminded the admin that I hadn’t gotten the fecal container the previous week because they were out, and told her I needed it.
Husband said “I have plastic bags. Why do we need a container from the vet?” (because I often refer to poop bags as fecal containers in casual conversation)
The admin and I just looked at Husband (2 masters degrees FYI) until he realized what indeed the fecal container was for.
So there you go…
Peace and love to you all…..