White Dog was softly keening as she squeezed herself into my shoulder. "This is not fair. It is not how we should be spending dad's vacation. Why me?" YoYoMa was stoically standing on the exam table with Coral's arm wrapped around him and Dr. Julia listening to his heart.
White Dog and YoYoMa were having their annual wellness checkups and heartworm tests. There were not even any shots involved and WD reacted as though it was the apocalypse and she was about to be devoured by zombies. It is not new, WD goes into utter and inconsolable panic whenever she must visit our Dr. Julia; she has ever since she had her lady surgery years and years ago....and Dr. Julia was even in another building then.
Being the noble big brother, and minion to her WD diva-ness, Yo had volunteered to go first. Well actually Coral tied to coax and then pry WD out my arms and finally spun around and hoisted YoYoMa up, saying "Why don't you go first and show your sister that it is all good."
Yo sighed and steadied himself as the table rose to exam height. He had his own reason to be nervous. Last year during his visit Dr. Julia had commented that our handsome boy was a bit chunky. She suggested that he could afford to loose 5 lbs or so. The others in the WDA had been teasing that his floofy backside was looking a little wide and that he better enjoy treat time before Dr. Julia made him give up duck jerky in favor of celery sticks and tofurkey nuggets.
"Did you get a weight on him?" Dr. Julia asked Steve. "Yep, according to your scale, he's at 37.6 pounds" Yo cringed. Dr. Julia wrote down the number and looked at him. "Good boy! You lost over four and a half pounds since you were here last!"
White Dog stopped her whimpering to paw her brother a high five! YoYoMa licked Coral's hand. Yet Another White Dog's health is now picture perfect except that he has some deep tartar buildup on his back molars and needs a dental cleaning. When we schedule that we will also remove a small skin growth on his right shoulder that looks innocent but as long as he must be anesthetized will be taken off and tested just as a precaution.
Then it was White Dog's turn. The scratch down my chest as she tried to climb into my shirt told me how frightened she was but when she was set upon the exam table and I reminded her that she was the leader of the White Dog Army, she squared her shoulders and stood proudly. "That's my baby girl," I whispered to her softly.
Perfect weight. Perfect teeth. All her numbers were in the excellent range. "I wish every dog I saw was as well cared for as you are," Dr. Julia told her. "Until next year." White Dog jumped down off the table and stood at the door.
We organized WD into my lap and I took YoYoMa by the collar as Steve opened the door and rolled us out into the lobby. "Come on kids," I said to them. "Let's stop and get a hamburger to celebrate YoYoMa's successful weight loss." Yo looked in Dr. Julia's direction. "Just don't make a habit of it, Mr. YoYo," she said.