On Point

I thought that we were heading to the park.

We were heading in that direction, mum and I both bundled in the car driving through the snow this morning.  But once we got close, she drove off in a different direction.  I haven’t been this way before, and slightly perplexed, I stuck my nose out of the cracked window.

Then we parked, and walked a little ways down a new street.  I was interested of course, but something smelled… different.  Doggish, musky, with a whiff of cat.  What could it be?

It could be that I had my first visit to my new vet at Point Breeze Veterinary Clinic.  I was interested, but shy, even when the nice vet tech tried to hand me a bone with peanut butter on it (which I did take from mum, of course).  They wanted to weigh me, oh the indignity, in front of a room full of pretty girls.  69 strapping pounds of Airedale hunk, I am.  Well on track to be a big boy like Bogart was.

While I didn’t enjoy the shots (THAT was a surprise), I have to say that I did like my doctor.  I let her check my teeth and my belly, and even finally took a peanut-butter-encrusted treat from her hand.  She was nice.  She gave mum a lot of advice on my future health care.  She thought I was cute.  And she was Bogart’s doctor too, so I trust her big-time.  All is good.

Because I was a little nervous at the beginning, I got to wear this spiffy scarf.  Apparently sprayed with some pheromones to chill me out.  And make me look rakishly handsome.

Love,

Otto Fizz