Not that I was trying to. I was able to slow down around mid-morning today. I can breathe again at work, I don’t have to rush anymore – everything is under control. Mine. As it should be. I’ve hardly slept in two days, though, so this’ll be a short visit. I need rest.
Riley flipped out tonight. I took them to the vet for routine exams and shots, and he went nuts the second we walked in the door. He’s usually a little nervous (he pants a little, gets extra slobbery, stays under my feet), but tonight he whined and cried, paced and drooled, tried to get into my lap and then back out the door – he was a wreck. I tried to calm him down, but nothing I did was working. Roxy pretended she didn’t know us. She stretched out on the floor at the very end of her leash, facing away from us. Riley didn’t calm down until we were checking out, and from then on, he was back to normal. I don’t know why this visit was so traumatic for him. We were the only ones there, but maybe he was reacting to a lingering odor of fear from some other animals. Or something. Who knows. He’s crashed out on his dog bed now, like nothing ever happened. So’s Roxy. And they’re making me tired.
I’ll continue my re-introduction to the Internet tomorrow, hopefully, with some visits to my blog friends.
Hi, I'm Natalie.
My dog is a spaz at the vet, too. (It’s his fault that I was stabbed with a canine rabies vaccine on the day I went into labour.)
I’m glad work is going well. =)
julie
I nearly lost an arm the last time our vet had to take his temperature, lol 😛
The Wombat
Our Yellow Lab used to happily trot in and would always have her “light bulb” moment once we got in the exam room. It was always, “Oh, hi dogs, how’s it going? Lots of good smells here today. Oh, hello nice lady leading us down the hall–you smell good, too! Where does this door lea—WAIT A MINUTE…”