It Burns Us

Well, it's official: Miley is vaccinated. And I am now most assuredly the least favorite out of me and Ben.

We've been talking for a while about needing to get her third and fourth round of shots, and get medicine for her heartworms. So, since Ben has a "Real Job" it was to me to make the appointment.

It wasn't so bad at first. Miley was all over the office smelling and exploring. Keep in mind that she hasn't been around ANY dogs for about four months. She was very entertaining and the vets said that she was very cute.

The actual doctors visit... not so nice!! The first shot: a little squeal. Similar to when we accidentally step on her. The second shot: Murder! She yelped! Squirmed. And then tried to bite the doctor and me. Not really try, it didn't hurt. Bust she was defiantly saying, "Let me go! Let me go! This HURTS!!!"

I felt like the worst person in the world! Afterwards I just held her and she snuggled right up to me, like she was trying to apologize to me for whatever she did to receive such a punishment!

We got home and I threw treats at her (the doctor gave her none! Jerk.) Gave her the heartworm pills, which contrary to what the vet said, she did NOT just choke them down. After some finagling, she took them.

The first thought was, Man, why did I have to do this? The second was: if I'm this bad with my DOG, what will I be like when my CHILDREN have to get shots? That is going to SUCK! I'm going to have a breakdown!

After all of the hullabaloo... Where's my Treat?

*** Sorry to all who couldn't read this before... I don't know why, but hopefully it's fixed now.