As a proud owner of a new pooch, Rodney, whom I got from the pound, I have little experience with the tribulation involved with taking animals to the veterinarian’s office. Now because I got him from the pound he has his shots, has been neutered, and is already house trained…thank goodness!
So you may be asking, why do I need to get him to the vet? Well two weeks after I brought him home he ended up with not one, but two nails in his paws. Yes different paws. Odd? Indeed!
Now I’m not doing construction on my home so there’s no reason for stray nails to be lying around inside or outside. So I can only conclude that Rodney must have picked these up while on one of our daily walks, or possibly running in the dog park. I hope it’s the former, because the thought of someone purposely leaving nails in a dog park really chaps my hide. Unfortunately, I can’t help but think that he picked them up in the dog park. It occurred to me, perhaps I could remove these nails myself, but I’m clueless and don’t want to risk an infection or further pain to Rodney. So while my new best friend is limping in pain I was scheduling an appointment with the veterinarian, Dr. Wallace.
Rodney saw me get his leash out and of course he thought we were heading out on a walk. Wrong. As soon as I opened the car door and motioned for him to get inside, his knees locked, neck stiffened, and the mild mannered pooch turned into an obstinate cranky dog. The whimpering and barking was loud enough to make the kids walking to their school bus stop, turn their heads, and watch. Ugggh. I was talking sternly to Rodney and trying to use my ‘controlled’ voice to coax him into the car. I said “Rodney, get in.” Well wouldn’t you know it, Rodney got into the car and off I drove to the vet clinic. Easy. It was miraculous, I felt like a dog whisperer.
When we arrived at Dr. Wallace’s office, Rodney bounds out of the car, as if there were no nails embedded in either paw. Of course he lands gingerly and gets the reminder of the sharp metal objects and lets out a little whimper. We approach the clinic and I slowly open the door. Again Rodney’s knees locked and he got the stiff neck. I’m thinking to myself, Oh I got this, and I brought out my ‘controlled’ voice again. “Rodney, get in.” Nothing. Attempt #2. “Rodney, you need to come.” He didn’t move an inch. “Rodney, we’re here to help you.” At this point I think he was yawning. So much for my talents as a dog whisperer.
Then out from behind the receptionist counter comes a very nice vet tech holding a tiny little milk bone. Rodney bounds over to her just like she’s his new best friend. He was literally eating it right out of her hand, while she was petting him on his ears. Easy. Dr. Wallace removed two nails from Rodney’s paws, I paid the bill, and on the way home stopped to pick up a giant box of milk bones. Lesson learned for a new pet owner.
Leslie Handmaker spends her working hours as a link builder. When she’s not working or spending time with Rodney, she enjoys playing tennis, catching a new movie, and anything that includes family and friends.