Have you ever met any of those "crazy" people who

[littlebit]

would go to the ends of the earth for their animals? I'm one of those people. I wouldn't go as far as to have testicle implants done after my male dogs have been neutered, but I will take them to the vet for pulled butt muscles.

My beagle (aka- Kimmie, scooter, princess, stinky, and pumpkin butt) has a pulmonary disease that causes her to cough a lot. Last year we spent a lot of time at the vet having her checked for every possible condition so we could treat it. With our worst fears put aside, we were finally told she could live with this with very little discomfort on her end.

I came home from being on the road for a few weeks, and almost as soon as I walked in the house the beagle started to give me a lovely wet, hacking cough. I knew I shouldn't have left her at home. Now she has a great sense of humor, but I seriously doubted an impersonation of a goose was one of her many talents.
So off to the vet we go.
I have the worlds best vet! She understood that we panicked at a "different" cough than normal.
Scooter did a really great job at staying calm through the temp taking, being flopped on her side and prodded at on her belly, cold stethoscopes, and strangers around her.

But what she did when the vet tried to clip her nails really gave me a new respect both for the vet, and for the freedom animals have.

It took the vet, a technician, myself, and my girlfriend to hold this little 28 lb dog down. My poor girlfriend got the worst of this when the beagle decided her hand was the closest to her teeth.

We managed to get her nails done, shots done, medications, and etc and were out of the office with a very sedated dog with in about an hour. Not so bad.

My question is this..... Why can't I go to the doctor, writhe around and bite, and still walk out with groovy drugs? No, if I tried that I would be taking a very expensive van ride over to the mental health facility. It really made me admire the freedom my pets have. When they are happy, they are genuinely happy. They walk around wagging their rumps and rolling in grass. They never have to worry about not making it the the bathroom if they don't feel well because the entire earth is a toilet for them. If they are angry it's acceptable to see them bare their teeth, extend their claws, etc. And instead of being met with anger from people, the vet is understanding, calm, and is prepared for it.

I decided that I'm going to go one day in my dogs world. I'll let you all know how it goes if they have internet access in the nut hut.

[LibertyLover]

1. Our 100 lb plus Siberian Husky doesn't like the vet

probably because when we first adopted him as a 10 month old cocky young thing, he ate a door mat and got monofilament caught in his intestines. He had to have surgery and stay at the vet's, which he hated. About 1 day after the surgery, the vet's office called us to tell us to come pick him up because he had just tried to eat a vet tech. Now, when we take him to the vet's for his once a year physical and shots, he walks in heavily sedated and the vet and her techs still put on the heavy leather gloves. But, he is our Beast and our little girl's dearest friend. We'll do much to keep him in good health.

[Lil Missy]

2. LOL! "he tried to eat a vet tech"

It's a good thing we love the ornery little beasts!!!

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

[littlebit]

3. OMG! He tried to eat the tech

that's funny. :rofl:

[Lil Missy]

4. Yeah. I've been one of those "crazy" people.

I swear, I think pets should be qualified as dependents for tax purposes.

I paid almost 2 grand to get my pooch a surgery for his ears earlier this year. Even knowing that it would render him deaf. :(

I paid even more over the years with his constant ear infections and allergies. He was fucking miserable, and his ears had become necrotic. The vet could not even get a scope into his ear anymore, because it was so swollen and inflamed.

I hated to agree to the surgery, because I felt horrible that it would make him deaf. But, I tell you what, he is a lot happier now. And just as adorable, loving, and cuddly as he was before.

We've had to make some compromises, especially in the dark of night. He has a black coat, which I cannot see at night, nor can he hear anymore if I get up to go to the biffy. He doesn't want to hurt his mama if he is suddenly alarmed, nor do I want to harm him by accidentally stepping on him. So, night lights work well as a compromise. :)

Now, the cats are another story. One is plotting and trying his darnedest to kill me!! Little shit!