Another trip to the vets

Today I went back to the vets to have all the matted bits on my rear end cut out. Ann held my head and kept stroking me and reassuring me, the nurse held my tummy and the vet started shaving off all my matted bits.

Yet again it was a different vet, that we've never, ever seen before. Apparently she normally works at another branch.

All was going well (and I was being ever such a good girl and had quite a bit of matted fur shaved off) until suddenly I yelped. Ann thought that the clippers had got too close to me, but the vet said they hadn't. 

Mmmmm................. Ann's not sure she believes that, because I don't yelp for no reason do I?

Anyway they started feeding me loads of treats, but I'm not stupid, so I knew it was just a ploy to distract me. The vet said she'd try the bigger clippers because she'd get the job done quicker. Well why didn't she start with those in the first place? By then I didn't want anyone touching my rear end so I started being really wriggly but that just resulted in her putting a muzzle on me. And then she switched on the big clippers and as soon as I heard them, I went crazy and tried to jump off the table.

Unfortunately, she said there was no point in distressing me any further. Well she shouldn't have hurt me should she? She now thinks that I'm a neurotic little Collie pup who needs 'calming medication' before she tries again. Personally Ann thinks that 'calming medication' will not make any difference. The vet said she'd put a note on the system to say that I don't like the noise of the big clippers. Ann thinks that I won't like the noise of the small clippers either.

Long story short.................... Ann's had to make a 'double' appointment for me on Friday (double the price as well, I suspect) and I have 'calming medication' to take on Thursday night & Friday morning before I go. Don't even ask how much this is costing?.................. OK, we've paid £64.68 so far.


On Friday, I'm seeing yet another vet. Ann said that she was unhappy, that since our original vet retired, there's been no continuity and she would prefer to see the same person each time I go. Today's receptionist (they're never the same either) said that the vet that we'll see on Friday is based at our practice so if we like her, we can request future appointments with her. That's something I suppose.

At the end of the day, I'm a dog and Ann is a human, but unfortunately I can't tell her how I'm feeling, so we just have to trust the professionals. However, Ann is pretty sure that the 'calming medication' won't make me calm. I was being calm before the vet hurt me with the clippers. Ann's sure that the minute I hear the clippers (whether it's the big or small ones) being switched on; I'm going to go crazy. If that happens I might have to be sedated. And the problem is................. Ann is now quite stressed about the whole experience, so if she's uptight, she's going to radiate negative vibes to me isn't she?

She would have liked to have taken me back first thing tomorrow (to get it over and done with) but she can't because she's booked in to have her flu & Covid jabs in the morning.

Anyway, I'm guessing if I'm not going back till Friday, it'll give Ann a few days to calm down. Maybe she should take some 'calming medication'? Lol!

I went for my walk this afternoon through the grounds of the Edinburgh Royal Hospital (where there were loads of squirrels that needed chasing) and then we walked along the canal. We were out for about one and a half hours and when we got home at 3.40pm we had to put the lights on because it was so dark.

I'm having a snooze in my bed now and Ann's wondering whether 5pm is too early to have a glass of wine. Lol! She's bored! She needs a little job, or a hobby, or a better social life, or something..............

Happy Tuesday Evening Blippers. Xxxx

PS – Before Ann posted this Blip, I was lying in my bed and she thought she'd attempt to cut out the matted bits that she could see on my right side. She fully expected me to go crazy and try and bite her (which is what I normally do if she tries to touch my rear end) but do you know what?.................... I didn't. She was able to cut out at least as much as the vet cut out today. Now she's thinking that if she see's me lying on my other side, all relaxed and sleepy, she might be able to cut out a bit more. Oh well ho hum.................. It's worth a try over the next couple of days isn't it? Maybe I'm intelligent enough to know that Ann with scissors is less scarey than a vet with clippers???????