That Place

Okay, today I’ll tell you about That Place.

I think every dog has a place like this. I see Klingons there too. We used to go only once or twice a year, but now it seems like it’s more often. I don’t really appreciate it. When our car turns onto the street where That Place is located, I start to get a little nervous.

Here I am following No. 1 through the front door. Note that my tail is down.

No waggy tails for visits to That Place.

No waggy tails for visits to That Place.

The first thing they have you do is get on a shiny cold metal thing. Who wants to stand on a shiny cold metal thing with bare feet? Not me. Still, they only make me do it for a few seconds. Then they say something like, “6.3 pounds,” and I can get back on the floor.


Next we go back to a little room with another shiny cold metal thing for a table. A nice human with a concerned face comes in. No. 1 or No. 2 puts me up on the table, and then the Examination begins.

I don’t have any pictures of this part, but the nice human with the concerned face puts a shiny round metal thing on my chest and listens. Then she puts a plastic thing in my ear and looks. Then she tries to pull back my lips and look at my teethies. Oooh, I do not approve of that whatsoever. I squirm and thrash! Nobody looks at my teethies!

And then the worst happens. She starts putting things in places where I didn’t even know I had places. At this point I’m just praying for it to be over soon. Usually it is, after just a few minutes.

Sometimes, though, No. 1 and No. 2 leave me there for a longer time. This part is really weird. The That Place humans take me back into another room, give me a little pin prick that I can barely feel … and then suddenly I wake up and it’s later! My mouth feels tingly, and my teeth feel really smooth and clean. And then I hear my humans’ voices out in the lobby. Another nice human carries me through the door, and there are No. 1 and No. 2! I start squirming again, only this time it’s a good squirm. It’s the “I get to go home!” jig.


MUCH better. One of the good things about being a little dog is that I can sit on the counter, above the hoi polloi, while No. 2 talks with the humans behind the counter.

This is my view.

This is my view.

Those crunchy biscuits in the dish are really good. I get to take one home with me!

As you can see, they really try hard to make us feel comfortable. I’ve seen lots of other animals in the waiting room at That Place. The ones coming in often look a bit under the weather, and the ones going home usually look happy and better.

So That Place is really not a bad place. It’s just a place that I would really rather not be.


No. 2 here: Many thanks to Dr. Kawano at Harbor Vet, for all her care for Willie over the years.

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Posted: July 16th, 2011 under What I have to put up with.

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