So let me tell you about my day today. We have a new puppy. Khloe. I swear she's half Sheltie and half jack rabbit. She jumps ALL. THE. TIME. She'll come in real handy at Easter.
So today I found something in her doggie doo. And. It. Moved. So I text my daughter who is the real mommy and she asks me to take her to the vet. After groaning about not being able to do my work, I grabbed the dog and we headed out. Seems the Amish people had given her worm medicine but you're supposed to follow up with worming about 4 times in the first year. Something my daughter didn't tell me but I figured she didn't know either. It's like the time I got stopped for not having an inspection sticker on her brand new truck which she actually had for four months and didn't get it inspected and I figured she knew what she was doing. Maybe it came with some kind of clause that you don't have to get inspected for awhile. You never know; I don't keep up with automobile law.
So...we get into the little room and the dog runs straight behind me in and cowers in the corner. I jumped up and took a picture:
What a little chicken shit. Picture me sitting in front of her. She's thinking maybe the doctor won't see me I guess.
Visit went okay, he gave us some medicine and we were on our way home. I look behind me every now and then and she's in the same position. Won't lie down. I was thinking maybe she'd get sleepy and fall asleep in that position. She never did but didn't move from that position either.
She's sweet, though. Love her to death.