March 17th 2010 4:23 am
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Well, Mom had to take me to the vet yesterday. Don't know why she sometimes feels that the vet is the place to be. So many better places I can think to be. The best thing about the vet is that I get treats when I'm there. The bad part is, that Mom & Dad starve me for about 2 weeks afterward.

So, of course the first thing Mom wants me to do is sit on the scale. This I do because I'm a good girl & Mom has treats in her pocket. Mom's eyes grew wide & she said " Oh no! 2 more pounds?!" And those treats stayed in her pocket.

And so, the starving begins.

Mom & the vet talked for an awful long time and I heard the words "treats," "milketies," "cruncheties," "snaps" & "ronies". But Mom's pocket produced none of those! It was the worst vet visit ever! Even the vet gave me nothing!

When Mom told Dad, his response was " Oh well. She is just a big Rottie girl." Dad is pretty cool. Mom gave a heavy sigh and started talking about my hips, knees & love handles. & before you knew it, she had pulled Dad over to the dark treat-less side too!
Last night was a long evening - no cruncheties, milketies, snaps or ronies. At least they haven't taken away my bully sticks - yet.

I have a feeling this lean time will last more than 2 weeks. Dad might cave, but Mom looked pretty determined.

Mom says we have to go to the vet every other month & I have to sit on the scale. *sigh*. This I will do because ....well.. I like rides in the car, I am a good girl, & perhaps mom's pocket will produce a treat. A dog can always hope.