Had to take Max to the vet yesterday for his shots. He hates going to the vet and he especially hates going for car rides.
To calm him down, the vet gave us some pills that help a lot. He gets one of those about two hours or no sooner than an hour and a half before his appointment. Yesterday was no exception.
Ever see a stoned pup, well that was Max. Believe me, the only time he gets one of those pills is when he's going to the vet or in the van for some other reason. We don't do it often either. The pills also keep him from getting sick in the van, which is far better than the other alternative.
Max wasn't fully stoned, he knew what was going on around him and even plopped his little butt down and wouldn't move when it was time for his exam. I had to pick him up and carry him in. He can also be a stubborn pup when he wants to be. He did well during the exam, but wasn't a happy pup about getting his nails trimmed beforehand, but he did okay. He was sure glad to break out of the joint when it was all over.
When we got home, he ran straight for the gate and after I opened it, the door. Of course the other three were there to greet him when he walked into the house. He was a happy little camper again and was even back to his little goofy self, meaning tormenting the other three. He plays the role of "pesky little brother" well, sometimes too well.
At about 7:00 he crashed and crashed hard. One minute he was scratching his back, the next he was zonked out in that same spot. He just wore his little butt out. Of course he does that pretty much on a normal basis, but not like this. He was scratching his back on the side of the chest we use as a coffee table here in the living room, when he slid down it and was sound asleep on the floor next to it. It was so funny to watch. I think he stayed there until we went to bed. This morning he was up early with Dave and back to his pesky little self with the other three. He wouldn't be him if he was any other way. :)
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