Pellet's Vet Visit

Since Pellet's last vet visit I have refused to be the designated parent to take him to the vet. With that out of the way we can begin.

Norm took Pellet to the vet today for his annual check up! He is doing great (although they are still afraid of him, and therefore give him his shots at the back of the office... now that I think this through, I hope they are actually giving him the shots and not just telling us they are giving him the shots...). He's lost more weight, he's at 93 pounds which is right where the vet wants him to be.

Back to the reason for me refusing to take him to the vet... in November Pellet had that nasty cyst and due to the pressing issue, I had to be the one to take him to get checked up right away.

When we left the house Pellet was hyper as usual and I was nervous (as usual I was trying to keep cool, but apparently, as usual, I was not being successful). We got to the vet and they took us to one of the exam rooms right away (as usual) where Pellet and I waited. Pellet was sitting straight up right at my side when the vet came in the room - moment in which Pellet SNAPPED. Everything happened so quickly. The vet reached out to pet Pellet. Pellet tried to eat the vet's arm as a horrific loud growl came out of  his mouth. I pulled the leash to get Pellet to come back to me. The vet and I made eye contact. His eyes were wide open. The vet left the exam room.

About 10 minutes later (maybe it was 1 minute later, but it felt like 10) the assistant opened the door slightly, peeked in and reached in with one arm to hand me a muzzle. I put easily put the muzzle on my Pellet. Then with the door closed she yelled something about "let us know when he's ready!"... so I followed orders (still with a pounding heart, I was still in shock). They came in, took him to the back and fixed his wound and brought him back. I was so embarrassed and kept apologizing profusely (I guess this is how parents feel when the teacher breaks the news that their child bit a classmate at recess).

These things don't happen to Norm. Today apparently Pellet pranced in the vet's office, ran over to the scale and sat straight up and proper. Then they casually went over to the exam room.

The vet seems to think that Pellet's reaction was more of a protective instinct - he was sensing the stress and protecting me from the vet... I guess.