Had to take The Hound to the vet the other day for her annual checkup. Taking a dog to the vet is a lot like taking a toddler to the pediatrician...generally they don't understand (or like) what's happening to them there and it's not possible to explain to them why all of it is actually for their own good.
This particular vet visit turned out to be worse than usual, too. She needed three shots, plus the vet wanted to do the every-other-year blood test to make sure she doesn't have heartworm. I am religious about giving her the heartworm tablet every month, but having read about what NOLA is going through with Ziggy (even medicated dogs can still have it, and the treatment is intense) there was no way I was blowing off the test.
The Hound weighs a little over 50lbs. Not trivial to hold down on an exam table, but as it turned out, there was no need at all. I held her collar and petted her head while the vet did his thing and she didn't even move. Her facial expression was much the same as the one I get when I give her a bath: resignation is probably the best word for it. "OK Mom, I'm not enthusiastic about this, but I'll humor you because I love you." Talk about trust. It's humbling.
And the test was negative. Whew!!