Mom and I are worried because our friend Wally had surgery again, and we haven't heard any updates yet. It breaks our hearts to know he is not well yet, but we know that his mom and his vets are doing all they can to make him feel better.
I also went to the vet two times last week; the first one was my routine once-a-month visit for the cortisone shot and nail trim. The second one, last Saturday for my annual rabies vaccine.
Daddy wanted to stay in the car, as usual, but mom convinced him to come inside. She had a secret plan for him.
Anyway, there was a cute kitty inside this cart. Mom whispered something in daddy's ears and he shouted "NO WAY! I am not walking beside you then". I wonder if this conversation had something to do with my birthday present...
But I liked the cart. It seems comfy.
Little by little, more doggies and kitties came in so my mom decided to embarass myself putting me on the bench with her. I just wanted to sniff and say hi to everyone!
Mom asked dad to take a picture of us together. Dad said "No". As usual. That's why all of our pictures together look almost the same. Mom's arm is not that long!
Oh, before I forget, I wanted to tell you about something that happened yesterday. Mom and I were walking when a neighbour mom had not seen before came by and told us he had a pug. He said: "Wait, I'll bring him so you can meet him". Soon after, he came with his daughter and the pug. He was the cutest cutest little pug boy BUT he was loose. Mom was shocked. We live in a townhouse so beside the buildings, there is only small areas of grass, a sidewalk and the street.
I was walking with my harness and my leash, of course. The neighbour said his wife just had a baby, so the pug spends most of the day outside on the shade, but there is no fence in the backyard! He said he has a chip and his info on a tag so he is confident he will never get lost. Mom felt her stomach squish. Mom would never risk having a dog loose on the streets. He can get lost or he can have an accident. But she doesn't know that man! So she just wished him luck and asked him to please take good care of the puggy. Then another man walked by, that is also a neighbour, and he said he also has a pug! So it is three of us in the neighborhood!
Back to my visit to the vet, we found a flyer with info of a new doggy park! We used to live very close to that park, but we couldn't go too often because it was not pet friendly. We are so happy to see this city improving!
What happened next, explains why I prefer my dad above everyone else in the world. He laughed at the vet and told her she was not practicing what she was teaching him. And that was it. I am now allowed to eat treats and cookies at my very own discression.
I was walking with my harness and my leash, of course. The neighbour said his wife just had a baby, so the pug spends most of the day outside on the shade, but there is no fence in the backyard! He said he has a chip and his info on a tag so he is confident he will never get lost. Mom felt her stomach squish. Mom would never risk having a dog loose on the streets. He can get lost or he can have an accident. But she doesn't know that man! So she just wished him luck and asked him to please take good care of the puggy. Then another man walked by, that is also a neighbour, and he said he also has a pug! So it is three of us in the neighborhood!
Back to my visit to the vet, we found a flyer with info of a new doggy park! We used to live very close to that park, but we couldn't go too often because it was not pet friendly. We are so happy to see this city improving!
Now, here's a family picture:
When it was my turn to go inside, daddy wanted to stay in the waiting room. Mom had to pull his arms to make him come with us. Remember, she had a secret plan for dad. So the vet came, applied the vaccine and said, "that's all". Mom hid behind my delicate little body (that, by the way, covers all of her head), made signals towards daddy and said: "Doc, so Coco needs to loose more weight?". The vet realized that mom wanted her to tell dad to stop overfeeding me. I was still on the table, in awe. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Is this your GREAT secret plan for dad, mom?
Anyway, the vet started explaining all the problems that being overweight bring to a doggy, specially one with such a short snout, and other health complications that may arise with being fat, and the amount of food I should eat and the tiny little piece of carrot that I should only be allowed to have twice a day and... mom dropped me on the floor. The vet - still talking to dad - suddenly turned her head downwards, to the pug that had gently put his paws on her legs and said: "Yes, Coco, I know you want your cookie. It's right here."
What happened next, explains why I prefer my dad above everyone else in the world. He laughed at the vet and told her she was not practicing what she was teaching him. And that was it. I am now allowed to eat treats and cookies at my very own discression.
