I don't want anymore shots. Remember I told you I started my Adequan injections last week? Well, I went last Tuesday and was pretty scared, I posted pics of me shaking. I guess that wasn't sad enough (or she has a heart of stone) because Mom made me go again on Thursday. I thought really hard about not getting out of the car but I let her talk me into it. Sure enough, I got another shot. It was really, really scary. Angie told Mom that she would just come to the car from now on because I get so scared coming in the office. Get ready to be upset friends...Mom said NO. She said that I needed to learn that it was ok to come in and if we did it in the car I would just keep being a big baby.
I could hardly believe it. I still can't.
So yesterday came and Mom told me it was time to go to work - I KNEW what that meant. Sure I got to hang around the office but then I would be trapped in the car and taken to be stuck with a needle again. I began formulating a plan and by the time lunch came around I was ready. We got to Dr. Bill's and when she called me to get out but I DIDN'T.
She begged and pleaded but there was no way I was moving. I had the retractable leash on and she even tried to walk all the way into the office with it while I was in the backseat. How stupid do you think that looked?!? She's in the doctors office with a leash leading all the way out to the parking lot, through the open car door and into the back seat and she's calling "Tucker-Doodle, come on, please come here, Tuckerrrrrr, come on Doodle Bug". Blah, blah, blah - I heard it all but I took a stand. You guys would have been proud. (I even said no to treats!)
This hot guy (her words, not mine) came out with his quite cute puppy and even tried to urge me out. Nada. I wasn't moving, even if it meant meeting that puppy. Now she looked really embarrassed as she's standing there with him looking in at me. She tried for maybe a minute more then she half crawled into the back seat (bet she was regretting getting a car called a MINI) and GRABBED me like a sack of potatoes. It was almost inhumane and I'm thinking of writing a letter to my Congress-dog. She held me like a big baby and carried me in there!! I was mortified, I'm 8 years old you know - not some puppy. You can guess what happened next - OUCH. Poor me. I was so upset I just went to sleep when I got home. In her spot. HA.
I'm supposed to go again tomorrow and I'm trying to figure out how to get out of it. If you have any ideas let me know. Thrawn does this thing that makes him feel like he's 200 pounds instead of just 100. If I could do that I don't think she could lift me, I think I'll go practice.
Soon I'll have more holes than swiss cheese - Tucker