The day before yesterday, we took our two dogs to the vet for their annual checkup. Bessie was her usual rock solid, reliable self, lying down on the floor of the waiting room and patiently waiting her turn. Olive was….well…Olive. She barked insanely at every dog who came in, including a poor deaf dog who was already so confused and scared that he just cowered in a corner. I have no idea if she thought that the trembling deaf dog was a threat, or if she was just trying to speak up loud enough for him to hear. HAI! I’M OLIVE! WHY U NOT TALKIN? MEBBE IF I’M LOUDER U CAN HEER ME? HELLOOOOOOO? Jon eventually took her outside to wait our turn where she couldn’t terrorize any other people or puppies. Thankfully our vet has separate waiting rooms for cats and dogs or it could have been worse!
Once we got back into the exam room, everything went great. Both girls were patient as they were weighed, as the scale suddenly rose and became an exam table, as they were palpated and poked and probed, and even as they had blood drawn, stool samples taken, and shots given. And through it all, I swear, Olive must have been LISTENING.
See, the vet was very impressed with how clean our dogs’ teeth are, and he also discussed how much of an ordeal it is for pets to get their teeth cleaned, as they have to be put under anesthesia. He also explained that chewing food and rawhides helps clean the teeth and prevent the need for teeth cleaning. And I swear, the threat of anesthesia and another trip to the vet must have scared poor puppygirl, because when we got home, she had her same puppy dinner, but she ate it at 1/4 speed, carefully chewing every bite. She has so far kept this up through two breakfasts and two dinners. Watching her eat so carefully, where usually she’d be swallowing each bite whole, I could almost hear her singing to herself, “brusha brusha brusha!“