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| Pathetic Bob Goes to the Vet | |
| By Emmuttmax | ||||||||||||||||||
| 30 June 2008 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Another day in the life of Bob and I.
Pathetic Bob Goes to the Vet
So I had to take Pathetic Bob and his ferret Sophie to the vet yesterday. Since I haven’t been feeling well, I asked my wife to accompany us to help soothe Bob and leave me free to look after the ferret. Now all the dogs like to ride in my car, but my wife doesn’t so we took hers instead. For some reason, Bob freaks at the thought of setting paw in her car and has to be picked up and shoved inside. However, that’s not the real problem. Once we get moving, Bob becomes a whirlwind of activity; he bounces from window to window demanding they be rolled down enough that his head will be able to poke outside, and he can feel the wind lashing at his face. Unfortunately, he is not satisfied with one window; he believes he might be missing something at the other windows so he frantically alternates his head poking between them. This makes for a lot of distraction for the driver. Linda did a reasonably good job of holding him in check, and we arrived at the vet unscathed. Once we were in the examining room, the ferret/puppy was all curious and calmly explored her surroundings; Bob put his arms around my neck and cringed. Sophie was first on the examining table and did remarkably well as the vet probed and checked and took blood. She was found to have a bit of a bug which had been causing some mild diarrhea and vomiting. I was sure it was caused by her habit of eating my socks, electric cords, my slippers, Cat’s toys, my underwear, and dog vomit. The vet gave her a shot and some pills and said she would be fine. The reason for Bob’s visit was just a checkup, and he behaved fairly well…at first. The vet started off with a compliment; he said Bob had the teeth of a one-year-old. Then, he began to poke and prod Bob, who actually remained still as this was being done to him. The vet pronounced Bob in good health; that’s when Bob turned to me and whispered, “I told you I was fine, but no, you had to schlep me in here anyway. Now, you’re gonna have to pay for nothing.” “Uh, Bob, he’s not finished yet. You’ve got to get your rabies shot and a distemper shot.” “Shot!” Bob yelled. “You didn’t say anything about a shot.” “Hey,” I reminded him, “Sophie got a shot, and she’s just baby. She didn’t whine or cry.” “Yeah,” said Bob, “but she’s a ferret, and ferrets are kinda…you know…stupid. What do they know?” “Look Bob, you gotta get these shots so you will stay healthy.” “Bullshit,” he said then jumped down from the table and into Linda’s lap. “Bob, there is no way you’re getting out of the shots, so just stop acting like an ass.” That’s when Bob took a dump on my wife’s lap, jumped down and bit the vet tech on the ankle, and tried to open the door with his one-year-old teeth. “Ewww,” said my wife, “Ouch,” said the tech, and “Goddammit Bob,” said I. All the while, Sophie was hiding under the bench seat chewing on one’s of Bob’s turds. Eventually, the vet brought in a tranquilizer gun and busted a cap in Bob’s ass. Pathetic Bob got his shots, and Linda, Sophie and I had a peaceful ride home. (c) 2008
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