Even a routine visit to the vet to get the dogs their six month bordetella vaccination is never dull. People can call dogs “dumb” animals if they want, but those that do evidently don’t actually own dogs. Our three love to go with us everywhere and when we can accommodate them, we do. Before Orso that was easy for us. AJ and Charlie were always happy and content just to be in the car with us. When we got Orso, dog rides became arduous to say the least. He will howl and bark at us when he doesn’t get to get out of the car to go in when us. Getting to ride in the car being out and about isn’t enough for him, he wants to get out of the car and go inside the store with us too. Now he has succeeded in getting the other two to bark and carry on along with him. Very painful on the ears, plus the looks from other bystanders are very embarrassing. We’ve even been paged while shopping at Cabelas, that “the station wagon with the barking dogs, has left your lights on.” I made Mitch go and turn off the lights on the car; I didn’t want anyone to know who owned the heathens.
A trip to the vet, no big deal, right? Wrong, Orso remembers where places are and how we get there. Once we start out on our treks, he gets his bearings and depending on where we are going he starts howling and barking at us, even before he knows whether or not he gets to get out or has to stay in the car. Very annoying, makes me crazy having a dog bark at the back of my head to yell at me. Coincidence, no, because he doesn’t bark at us at the gas station or when I drop Mitch off at work in the morning, he knows that we’re not staying. Not so dumb, huh. He knows the road to the vet and starts barking and raising hell as soon as we pass the grocery store.
Today we had the added bonus of road construction. Yay. Lane and road closures, oh goody. The road to vet is closed and the only way in was to take the roundabout and go through the very exclusive golf course and housing addition that the vet’s office is by. Here we were driving a seventeen year old station wagon with three dogs sticking their heads out of the windows barking at golfers and residents as we snaked our way through the detour to get to the vet. We looked like the poster child for chaos. Thank god no one holding a golf club was within throwing distance to our car. Though I’m sure we caused a few muffed shots.
After today I think the city may rethink their detour route after all the nasty phone calls they will probably receive.
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