Don’t look now, but Mama is mad at me, and I want to set the record straight.
Recently, she took me to the vet for something called a thyroid check.
You see, I’d been gaining a bit of weight until the doctor discovered I have low thyroid and put me on medicine.
And it’s working. I’ve shed some pounds and look quite handsome.
But was that good enough for Mama and the vet?
No, it was not.
Fast-forward three months. I’m nearly out of pills, so Mama hauls me back to the vet.
The first result came back hyper-thyroid, which the vet refused to accept. She and Mama whispered and talked about me like I couldn’t understand what was going through their little minds. Finally, they decided to test me AGAIN.
I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t at all happy about getting stuck twice with a needle in the same visit!
Especially since I’d been fasting from nine o’clock the previous evening.
And I’m a dog who likes my foods.
Why, that very morning, Mama fixed my breakfast and put it in the fridge. Then she fixed hers and started to eat.
You can relate, can’t you?
So, when Mama put me on the vet’s examining table to let Doc trim my nails while waiting on the results of my blood work, why, I just bolted for the door!
I didn’t get far, as Mama had me on a leash, but I meant to get outta there.
Mama and Doc were horrified (and, if truth be told, I was a little surprised myself!). I’ve never done anything like that, and I don’t plan to do it again.
That table is a l-o-n-g way up.
But I’d had it with the two of ’em, poking at me like I was a bug under glass.
Good thing Mama’s had me on Glucosamine/Chondroitin for a while, huh?
Yep, that’s my story, and now you know!