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With three dogs comes the once a year trip to the vet for shots, tests, etc. I'm always surprised that they don't lock the doors when the receptionist sees us coming. We do try to bring three people with the three dogs. I'm really not sure it helps but at least they can see we've made the effort.

You see, our three are not used to being on leashes. It's what happens when you live on a farm. They get to run around and play, pooping wherever and whenever. The only road rules are those governed by fences and mama cows.

They are always so excited to get in the truck. I feel guilty. I wonder if they think we're all going on vacation. Or maybe the beauty parlor. Miss Lady Bug goes to the beauty parlor several times each summer to get her long hair clipped. Maybe she tells her brother and sister stories of luxurious pampering. I have no idea. I just figure they have no clue as to what awaits them.

They love to look out the windows as we drive. Little Guy got the prime seat by the window. Miss Lady Bug planted herself in the middle so she could look out front. Sunshine planned to sit in the passenger seat until she got uprooted by her Gran. She was forced to sit in my lap in the back. Did I mention she weighs 78 lbs? Or that she really needed to have ner nails done?

We're fortunate that one vet technician is really easy going. Eugene talks to everyone and doesn't even growl when we request him. Little Guy needs his muzzle and someone else's muscles to hold him. The entire process scares him to death. The young girl helping Eugene was equally scared. I think they're still trying to fix the computer errors. It's what happens when you're shaking so badly that you type in the wrong numbers.

Miss Lady Bug had the pitiful thing down. She started howling before the needle ever touched her. We all laughed and that just insulted her. I started talking to her and hid her eyes. She never even knew when the needle went in.

Sunshine does much better. She's a trooper. Not that she wasn't glad to head out the first available door. Running. While I tried not to get tangled amongst leashes and legs.

Whew! At least everyone is healthy. Maybe they won't see us again until next year. That, I'm sure, gives them reason to celebrate as we drive away.
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