So our 3 year old Yorkie, Miles, needed to go to the vet on Monday. Normally, I take such events in stride, but little did I know what was in store for me...
We arrived for our appointment and were promptly given a room. Miles was clueless as to what was in store for him, and Corbin was still absorbed in figuring out what was going on and why we were here. Then it all came to a screeching halt...literally! A sweet vet technician opened the door, and I placed Miles up on the examinating table. He suddenly knew exactly where he was and didn't like it one bit. Just at the moment when Miles began trying to climb up on my shoulder, Corbin discovered that his voice made a lovely echo in the small room. Apparently the pitch of Corbin's voice was precisely the one that would cause Miles to dig his claws into my neck. Nice.
And to make matters wires, Corbin had decided that 28 minutes is the exact limit of his threshold of patience. We hadn't even seen the vet by then. Excellent. So, he began crying - loudly. And if that wasn't quite enough, vomits. On his only shirt. And it's everywhere. Perfect. This is a kid who has only spit up about 10 times since birth. Of course it would be today, wouldn't it?! As I frantically open the various cabinets searching for a paper towel to mop up Corbin's shirt, Miles attempts suicide by jumping off the counter. I grab his harness before he hits the ground.
Crisis averted and Corbin cleaned, we wait patiently for the vet. When he does arrive, we spend a few minutes discussing Miles and his latest expenses, I mean health concerns. At this point, I notice Corbin getting restless, so I try to distract him with the various toys and books in my bag. No dice. What he does find is my phone, which he eagerly chews and proceeds to drop on the floor with a plunk. So much for the phone.
One hour, and two miserable creatures later we load the car and head home. I spend nap time trying to get my phone to work. Miles spends it giving me looks of indignation. But, in the end, we all survived. Even my phone.
Scott can take the dog to the vet next time.
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