Yesterday was my dog's annual vet check-up. As you can tell from the photo- she was not thrilled about it.
I wasn't thrilled either. I'm not a mom. I know having a baby and having a dog are not the same. BUT... I do relate with those early stage doctor visits. It's impossible to explain to a pup that the shots will hurt for a second, but they're good for her in the long run. I can't explain that she shouldn't freak out about her nails being trimmed, and it will only last a minute. It's hard to see my sweet girl scared and confused, knowing there's nothing I can do to help.
Callie is getting older, too, and so her vet visits are getting more expensive. This time, the vet recommended that we schedule a dental procedure. Every time I take her to the vet, I get a little more concerned that something serious will be wrong.
My husband and I often marvel at how odd it is that we have this creature living with us. She's a member of our family whom we love and we know loves us, but she doesn't speak any English, and only understands a few words of it... yet somehow seems to understand our needs better than most humans.