Doggy Doctor Visit Means Doggy Diet

The things we do for the non-human members of our family.

I schedule vet appointments for both of my dogs at the same time on days when my son can go with me and help. Our sweet Molly is terrified of just about everything. My son has to literally pick her up and carry her into the building. Bella strolls in as if she owns the place.

Today’s appointment was at two thirty this afternoon. As usually happens, there was difficulty in leaving. Both dogs knew we were going somewhere, both dogs grew overly excited, both dogs made it nearly impossible to get their harnesses on. Finally we had both dogs ready and in the car and we were on our way. Bella acted as if she thought we were headed for the mountain to go hiking, but with one turn she knew that wasn’t happening. The entire drive she sat and stared out the back window. Molly on the other hand, paced the back seat whining and complaining. The entire drive.

We were a minute or two late, but not enough to be chastised for our tardiness. We got checked in and my son and I took our seats while we waited.

When we were called back they chose Bella to go first. A couple of weeks ago I had purchased a muzzle, just for these visits. I managed to get it on fairly quickly and they set to work. One thing I noticed, Bella weighs seventy pounds. At least five pounds heavier than her last visit. I knew, as it was obvious that she had picked up a few pounds and that wasn’t good. Bella was not happy about the examination and made that known. Her growls sounding as if it was a very good thing she was wearing that muzzle. I did and do like the doctor who was examining her as he spoke very calmly and moved very gently and patiently. Finally finished with Bella, they moved on to Molly.

As Bella stepped down from the adjustable table, my son placed Molly in her place. Molly immediately flattened onto the surface and looked pleadingly at my son. Her trust in him shining for the room to see. Her exam went without incident even as the doctor was unable to check her back hips as he wished because of Molly tightening down on all of her muscles. The doctor laughed and said she had excellent muscle tone.

After the doctor left we waited for them to bring the flea and tick preventative and release us to leave. And waited. And waited. And waited until my son finally told me he was taking Molly outside. Bella moved from one side of the room to the other and back again. With each step she shed. By the time they finally brought the medicine and lead us out the floor was pretty well covered. The vet’s paperwork has Bella listed as lab mix, but she was earning the name German Shedder.

As we walked around to the counter I walked over to where my son sat with Molly and gave him Bella’s leash. Almost immediately I heard the frantic, angry barking of a small dog, quickly joined by another small dog. One thing I hadn’t noticed was a cat wrapped in a towel held by a lady waiting. Then I was told the amount. Between the exams and the flea medicines, the dog’s bill was more than my doctor visit and medicine. But, to me, they are deserving.

Getting the dogs back in the car we headed for home. This time Bella was in the back seat and Molly in the back of the Jeep. Both dogs were quiet. I was trying to figure out how I could help Bella lose those extra pounds without denying her too much food. We are definitely going to have to exercise more. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt me to lose a few pounds myself.

I did measure Bella’s dinner more carefully when she was fed and gave her the flea medicine. She ignored that at first as she ate. When I dropped the large pill into her dish, she ate around it, leaving the pill. Afterward though, when I gave it to her again, she ate it without issue. Molly, who was given her regular amount outside, I have yet to check and make sure she ate her pill.

One thing that I really appreciated was that there were two times when this doctor mentioned something and what he could do for what he found. Explaining and then waiting for my response. His conversation lead me to understand what he thought, and his attitude was that it wasn’t an emergency. I told him for both that it didn’t seem to be bothering them and that I would wait to see if they began effected later. I think, as did he, that Bella losing weight will help her hips. Still, he didn’t push, he didn’t try to convince me to do something unnecessary, he was there to examine and not generate unneeded work or discomfort for either dog.

We can do that in everyday life. We can treat others humanely, with compassion, with gentleness and patience. We can speak and explain without pushing. We can treat with respect and earn respect in return. My Bella, who had been growling and acting all vicious, before we left, had walked up to the doctor and made friends. Happily accepting and asking for head scratches with a wagging tale in return.

Bella the one looking up with that pleading expression
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About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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1 Response to Doggy Doctor Visit Means Doggy Diet

  1. elvira797mx says:

    Hope she feels better soon, thank’s for share dear Rebecca.
    Keep well.

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