The Annual Checkup - by Lee

Dear friends,

In the exam room

Last Thursday was the worst day ever.  Lady always says no good comes from a Thursday and she is right! It started off fine, with a nice walk and a good breakfast. Then Lady made me get out of bed, left Emma and Phod to sleep with the Man and put me in the car. I was a bit nervous, but I wasn't scared until I realized I was at day camp.

I was terrified going into day camp. I put on a real show as they dragged me to the back. I refuse to agree with their observations that I was great with the staff and had a wonderful time in the small dog room with Valentino and Buddy. I refuse to say I wrestled and ran and had a great time. 

After 87 million years, Lady picked me up and we drove to the vet. Lady's plan was to get there early and go for a little walk, but there was no parking due to some construction, so she had to park in another business' spots (although it looked closed) so she had us stay in the car until it was time to go in. 

I was terrified in the waiting room. There was a very upset Lab, who kind of scared me. I was happy to sit on the scale. I am 16.4 kg or about 36 lbs. Once I was in the exam room I started to relax a little. It wasn't long before my vet, Woody, came. Lady and Woody have been friends for 24 years. This is why she drives so far to see a vet. Woody sat on the floor and checked me from head to tail. He gave me lots of cookies and I hardly noticed the shots. While he and Lady were chatting I kept looking at the cookie container and at him, but he wasn't getting the message so I barked at him. He then gave me all the cookies that were left in the container. It was a lot. I even got to lick the crumbs out of it. 

Then we had to leave. We waited 87 million years for our bill (likely due to some emergencies Lady will blog about later). We came home. Phod and Emma were very excited to see me. Even though Woody said I didn't need dinner, my peeps gave me a little.

Lady said I did a good job and she was proud of me.

I was angry with her and refused to go for a walk with her on Friday. She says she doesn't think it is because I was mad, but more because I was tired from my adventures. I told her Lee's don't get tired. I am young and full of energy.

I am happy I don't have to do that again for a year.

your pal, Lee

Torture Tuesday by Phod

Dear Pals,

You know I am one of the best dogs in the entire world, so imagine my horror when my peeps called me into the bathroom and had me lay on the floor. You know no good comes from anything they want to do to you in the bathroom. 

Lady sat behind me to hold me through the torture to provide love. 

Hailey came in and provided moral support while the Man cut the hair between my toes. Apparently obsessive licking of them made my peeps have to check them out and they decided maybe I was licking because they were itchy as the hair was long. 

Emma kept her distance. I think she was waiting to see if I dropped Precious, which I did not.

It seemed to take 87 million years, but finally, Man got all the hair he wanted and let me go and gave me a cookie.

My peeps said I did a great job and were very proud of me. I think Man was annoyed that Lady kept stopping holding my paw to take a picture!

Do your peeps torture you too?