Would anyone care to take a guess as to how many times I have been at the Vet's last month ?
An unbelievable six times, the checkups and pulling out of stitches and picking up of sick dogs after a day's observation not counted.
One with a fever, one with herbs in her ears, one with a head that almost got bitten off and one with a herb that got under his skin and had to be taken out.
Every time the same show: Only Orion would jump in the car on his own. The other two had to be lifted (! by me !). Once I have them at the Vet's, they'll start whining incredibly loud until my ears fall off and everybody looks at us accusingly.
On the way home they have to be lifted in the car again, by me.
And now I have one that looks as though he had a zipper around his throat and when you open it, his head falls off.
And the other who looks as though he put on his Tuxedo to take his girlfriend to the Prom.
'He should rest' the Veterinarian said.
'Sure', I think, the question is just: How ?