What is an "It"?

Just the other day(it was Thursday, mommy loaded me up into the back of the car in my crate. I was excited, because whenever she puts me in the crate in the back of the car, exciting things happen! Puppy class, Agility trials, a visit to the vet, a day at Grandma's house, or a visit to the pet supply store is sure to follow.

I was right! It was a visit to the vet. I felt sick during the ride, though, because I hadn't eaten breakfast - mommy "forgot" to give it to me! Well...she said that the vet told me to skip breakfast, but all I know is that I didn't get my breakfast, which disappointed me. So, I threw up in my crate and made a mess. It was yucky.

Mommy unloaded me and they washed me off in the vet's office. The receptionist said "Hi, Quynn!" and I did my wiggle-butt dance for her and rolled over in bliss. She is a wonderful tummy scratcher. She praised me for not jumping up - I know that people hate that and you never get pats and tummy rubs when you do that. If you roll over or do a wiggle-butt dance, then you get lots! So I never jump up. Mommy says I'm very smart - Sierra and Hallie have to be reminded. Teehee.

Mommy talked to her for a while, then hugged me and kissed my spot, then(though I didn't even realize it) gave the receptionist my leash, who led me down a hallway. Mommy watched me disappear, but I was so excited, I barely noticed. Then, when mom walked out the door, I turned around and saw her go and was worried. The receptionist stroked me and told me it was going to be okay, that Mom would come back before night time.

Not long after, my almost-favorite person(my family are my favorite people appeared! The vet! I danced for him and wagged my tail and he laughed, said hi and rubbed my head. He likes me a lot! He told me and mom that I have wonderful manners.
They put me on a table and had me sit down. I did, but my tail wagged so hard than I knocked all their toys(I think they were toys...they looked like little metal things and they smelled funny, anyway) off the table!
I fell asleep, somehow. I don't know how that happened. When I woke up, I felt yucky. I felt terrible. My mom's mom picked me up not long after I woke up and we drove home. I went into my crate and slept all day, except for my dinner and drinking some water. Mommy felt bad for me and said I was an "It" now, not really a "he".

What's an "it"?

I feel better now, but mommy won't let me run around a lot. She still makes me rest and we don't play fetch or anything! It's awful! But I do get lots of cookies and we still cuddle.
The worst part: I have to wear a weird plastic thing on my head. It's a strange collar-like thing that makes it so I can't lick or chew anything - not even my kong toy! I keep walking into doors and hitting the steps with my e-collar and it's itchy and no fun. Mom still kisses my spot, and she tells me it will be over soon, and that it's all for my own good, but I still hate it.

Oh well. I guess I'll just occupy myself wondering what an "It" is.

Bark soon,
The QuynnDawg

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