Rocky Adventure - Not So Bad After All

There was no way around it, we were going to the doc's office and I was out of places to hide. The chase had already taken me from room to room and my paws were getting a little tired of running away. But I had to try. No way was I going to the doc's place without a good fight.

The old man tucked me under his arm to keep me from escaping again. He knew I would never give up to the very last bark. But I knew I was defeated. I was going to get placed on the cold table and then they'd likely give me the shots and poke me and prod and all the scary stuff. I do get a treat at the end, but is it really worth it all? I don't think so. Maybe a bag of treats, but not one.

The old man jabbered with the lady behind the desk while I checked out all the others. There was a cat today, two tiny puppies that wouldn't stop yipping and a duck. The man with the duck sure looked worried about something while the duck seemed to be quacking away like it had found a whole pile of sweet goodies to snack upon. A little too hyper in my opinion.

Without having to wait like we normally do, the old man carried me through the next door and into the place where they do their doctor things and stuff. At least we didn't have to wait this time. That's usually the ruffest part is having to wait in line to be tormented by the doctor. This way we can just get on with it and it'll be over.

We still had to sit in the room and wait though. This is where I tried to convince the old man that it still wasn't too late for us. We could sneak out and go to the park where all the fun stuff is. I even tried getting him to pick up some snacks on the way there, maybe some pup-cicles or a few bones or something. Whatever he liked, that's what we could get.

Nothing worked. We waited and waited. Now I wish we'd waited in the other room with the cat and the duck. At least I'd have someone around that might listen to me. The old man wasn't listening to me and I'm sure that the doc isn't going to listen to me either.

Just when I was about to start trying to bribe the old man with more kisses and licks, the doc walked in with a super excited bark. At least someone was excited. I just wish I had something to wag my tail about.

The old man put me up on the table and the doc quickly started petting and scratching my ears like we were best buddies. I just stood and waited for him to get on with it. It's hard trying to pretend I don't like getting my ears scratched and I'm not about to let him know that I'm enjoying it. He won't get that assurance from me.

There was nothing in my mouth that he seemed to care about or my nose. But he kept on shining the light in my eyes. That was making me cry. I could feel the tears welling up and running down my whiskers.

Then it was time for him to stick me. I know it because it's what happened last time. This is the scary part, so I tensed up and got ready to jump. No way was he going to get me without a chase. I waited and waited for the poke, but nothing came. After checking my paws and inspecting my tail, the doc barked happily again and gave me the treat.

"Wait," I ruffed, "Aren't you gonna try giving me the shot?"

But he never answered me. Instead he walked out into the hallway where the man with the duck met him. After that, all I could hear was super excited quacking down the hallway and the doc assuring the man that everything was going to be fantastic.

The old man picked me back up and secured me and my treat under his arm. Out we went from the office and back into the waiting room. The cat was meowing at the puppies to quiet down now and a lady with a huge super fluffy dog had joined them.

We didn't wait to visit with any of them. Instead, the old man and I hurried out the door and back out into the sunshine. It was safe now. The visit hadn't been so bad after all. And I did get my treat too. But I don't care how well it went, next time I'm gonna hide in the sofa where the old man will never find me.