Ruby’s story…………………

Friends I heard some disturbing news today, some news that I really didn’t want to hear. The news was, that they’re taking me to the vets !!

I’ve been to the vets loads of times before, not because I’m a sickly pup, because I’m not, but over the last 7 years, I’ve been more than my fair share of times.

You see, it’s not that I don’t like going to the vets, I do, once I’m there, after all I’m a Labrador why would I not want to go anywhere where there are loads of people to fuss me. So I do get a little bit excited at the prospect, but then what I don’t like is that feeling that they might leave me behind. You see they’ve done this twice before, took me in for what I thought was a quick visit and the next minute, they’ve gone and left me and I’m waking up in a cage on my own wearing the cone of shame. I couldn’t even look at them when they came to pick me up…… how dare they !

Hopefully, this won’t be one of those visits, hopefully it will just be one, where we pop in and pop out again, after having a bit of a fuss, a couple of treats and off we go. But then again a visit to the vets, always, always ends with me being put on the scales, me standing there trying to be as light as possible, the vet doing a bit of head shaking, and then mum and dad being told to cut down on the treats. Don’t they realise I’m chunky Lab, I’m supposed to have curves, anyway who likes a skinny girl, after all I’ve only got what my mamma gave me, he, he.

Oh no, I think it’s time to go now, so I’ll see you on the other side friends, and I’ll let you know how it goes, hopefully I won’t be wearing the cone of shame and hopefully won’t be getting membership of The Chub Club………… wish me luck friends……….

Mum’s story………………………………………………

We’ve got our yearly visit to the vets with Ruby today. There’s nothing wrong, its just time for her to get her yearly boosters and pick up some worming tablets (we have to get them from the vets, they’re the only one’s strong enough to counterbalance what she eats).

She’s always a nightmare when we take her, I’m not sure whether it’s over excitement or total fear, but as soon as we get her out of the car, she pulls like a steam engine to get in and then sits in the waiting room, huffing, puffing and carrying on and nearly hyper-ventilates every time one of the consulting room doors open, and then when it’s finally our turn she makes a mad dash to get in and nearly the bowls the poor vet over.

You would have thought that she’d be used it by now, she’s been quite a lot over the last 7 years, not because she’s a sickly pup, because she’s not, but we’ve always kept up with her boosters, and there have been a few other little instances when she’s had to go. Only twice have we had to leave her, when she’s had a couple of minor ops, and it absolutely broke our hearts leaving her. I sobbed buckets on both occasions when we left her but more so when we went to pick her up and seeing her pitiful little face wearing the dreaded cone of shame.

Luckily this was not one of those times, this simply was the boosters and the worming tablets, but we’ll have the usual weigh-in, where she’s put on the scales, wriggling and struggling, and we keep our fingers crossed that we don’t get a telling off by the vet for giving her too many treats, and then promising to stick to a diet for her, a promise that we know we’ll break……….

Anyway it’s time to go, so I’ll update you when we get back, hopefully, she might not get too worked up and hopefully (for her sake) we won’t be putting her on a diet………….. wish us luck friends……