As pups know, I am a bit of a jet-setting travelling dog. Well, I travel between Spain and Gibraltar so that is good enough for me to merit the description, I think.
And to travel between Spain and Gib, I need my very own passport, although no-one seems interested in looking at it.
So this month my annual jabs were due and we went into town to see my favourite vet Pedro. The nice man who spotted that I had tick disease and made me better.
We have learned not to go on a Monday, and not to go for opening time. Best to wait half an hour or so and then it is quiet and we can chat with him.
Misery does not like vets normally because she thinks lots of them are greedy and try to carry out too much treatment just to earn money. A bit like dentists.
Pedro always sees me in the waiting room, I don’t know why. Perhaps I am a good PR dog for him. I am very big and very nice.
Master and I sit down patiently and wait for Pedro to come over and stroke me.
Maybe I wasn’t that patient, because there was a C.A.T. in a box that caught my attention. What a nuisance it was in a box. How is a Pippadog supposed to chase it when it is locked in a box? No fun at all I bark.
And look, there is a dog on top of the cupboard. What is it doing up there? Oh, maybe it isn’t a real dog. Just a little look-a-like toy doggie.
But there is a real dog over there, coming out of the groomers. Hello doggie.
Oh, what’s this coming in the door?
Is he OK? asked the woman. Yes, said Pedro, he’s a very good dog. Of course I am. So I said hello to the puppy.
His mother had been killed in a traffic accident and this nice woman had taken him in. Poor little puppy.
What else happened? Oh the boring bit. Pedro said my teeth needed cleaning but an anaesthetic would be dangerous at my age. Quite right. I can eat my food and bite those cats – when I get chance to chase them – so I’m not going for any nasty knock-outs, thank you very much. I had my jab. I was tough. I didn’t bat a Pippaeyelid. Pedro gave Misery some worming tablets just in case. She asked him for some more Cox-2 inhibitor NSAID tablets in case my poorly foot comes back. They had a techy discussion about how strong they were and how they could affect my stomach. Pedro said I could have half a tablet instead of a full one. And then when we came back to Gib – she had left them in Spain. I ask you.
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