THIS IS THE DAY TO TAKE BOOTS TO THE VETS. HE HAS SCRATCHED THE BACK OF HIS FRONT LEGS TILL IT BLEEDS, SO TIME TO CURE IT. I WENT OUT SIDE AND STARTED THE VAN, TURNED ON THE DEFROSTER, OPENED THE SIDE DOOR AND THERE WAS BOOTS EYING THE OPPORTUNITY. HE WAS WOUND UP LIKE A SPRING TOY WAITING TO BE TRIGGERED. HE KNOWS NOT TO GET IN A VEHICLE UNTIL I TELL HIM TO (TRIGGER). PAT WAS COMING OUT OF THE HOUSE AS I HEADED AROUND THE FRONT OF THE CAR. SHE BROUGHT OUT SHEP, WHO HEADED TO THE VAN (TRIGGER). ALL DOGS MADE A FULL SPEED ENTRY INTO VAN. I CLOSED THE SIDE DOOR AND GOT INTO THE DRIVERS SEAT. AS PAT NORMALLY TAKES HER SHADOW (SHEP) WHENEVER SHE GOES ANYWHERE, AND HAS A STOOL FOR HIM IN FRONT OF THE PASSENGER SEAT, HE BELIEVES THAT IS HIS PLACE IN THE VAN. THE STOOL WASN'T THERE, BUT SHEP WAS CURLED UP IN THE SEAT.
PAT OPENED THE PASSENGER DOOR TO GET IN, NUDGES SHEP TO GET OUT OR HER SEAT, (NO REACTION) NUDGES HIM AGAIN, LOUDLY TELLS HIM TO MOVE (HE CAN'T HEAR), SHAKES HIM-- ABSOLUTELY NO RESPONSE. AFTER TRYING SOME MORE SHE FINALLY RESIGNS TO OPENING THE SIDE DOOR AND RIDING IN THE BACK SEAT. THAT'S THE WAY PECKING ORDER GOES.
VETS DON'T KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS EITHER (PEOPLE CAN ONLY TELL YOU WHAT THEY KNOW). GUESS I'M AS SMART AS THEY ARE. THEY CAN PRESCRIBE PILLS, SO WE HAVE ANTIBIOTICS AND ORAL MEDICATION. THE IDEA IS WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS, BUT TRY THIS MEDICATION (HOPEFULLY IT WON'T KILL HIM) AND SEE IF THINGS IMPROVE (MAYBE HELL CURE HIMSELF). SOUNDS LIKE THE CLINIC DR'S. GOOD LUCK.
PAT PACKAGED SOME HARDWARE I PAINTED PARTS, PETE WELDED PARTS. EVERY ONE BUSY, BUT NO PROGRESS ON THE NORTH HOUSE (HURLBERT).
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