With the herd of critters we have around the farm, going to the vet is just part of what we do. The goal of this little visit was an annual check-up and shots for Dixie Doodlebug and Goober. However, the playful and mischievous Maybelle has never been left home alone, i.e. sans her pooch siblings. So you guessed it, we loaded up all three for a farmtastic adventure.
Poor Cowboy drew the short straw. Since his truck has fabric seats, it became the pooch mobile. So we folded up the back seat in his truck, laid out the blankets and towels, and got it road worthy. (Just FYI, as I’m sure you can probably guess, this farm mama does not approve of pooches riding in pickup truck beds. It’s just too nerve wracking for me, and I’m convinced not the safest for our four-legged friends.)
Now the next challenge – how do you get the big guys in the truck? Cowboy’s farm genius was in full gear, and he got out the horse steps. (For my city friends, horse steps are for shorties like me to make it easier to get on up on the equines.) Amazingly it worked beautifully. Goober and Dixie Doodlebug hopped up the steps and into their chariot. Meanwhile, Maybelle had it easier as a medium-sized gal and got her princess paws lifted into the back seat.
All loaded up, we headed out for the short trip to the vet. It’s about a 20 minute drive (yes, in the country that is a short trip). Unfortunately, our fur balls can’t sit still. All were panting and bouncing from window to window. Maybelle, being the littlest of the bunch, found it easiest to walk under the big guys, so she had her own personal little highway for roaming back and forth. Meanwhile, Goober thought surely there was something more interesting in the front seat and challenged Cowboy’s arm, the guard gate, for a chance to get at it. Cowboy won.
Once at the vet, we filed in like the circus had come to town. At which point our wonderful vet exclaimed, “I thought you were just bringing two?” We explained that Miss Maybelle had not been home alone, and because we wanted to come home to a sofa and doors still in tact, she had to come along for doggy moral support. He cracked a smile and immediately understood.
Everyone checked out well and got clean bills of health. And bonus, Dixie Doodlebug, who is a bit round and has been on a diet, lost nine pounds. Woohoo! Now if this farm mama can just figure out how to follow suit.