Via had an appointment at the Lake Harriet Veterinary Clinic for her Distemper shot today. She greeted all of the staff except one without jumping on them. Her victim was just returning from lunch. Via jumped on her and stole her mitten right off of her hand but traded it right back for a piece of freeze dried lamb lung which charmed the tech.
After trying to find a magazine that was to her taste, Via was able to (mostly) relax in a down in the lobby before our appointment. It is a BAD idea to put magazines on the bottom shelves of a book case where bored GSD puppies are required to hang out. I’m just saying.
The silly girl would not step on the scale, not for ham, lamb lung or to save my embarrassment. I am a DOG TRAINER for gosh sake. She wouldn’t do it when we were there three weeks ago either. I remember making a note back then that we needed to stop in and train on THAT scale. We’ve trained on three different vet’s scales much closer to home but not THAT vet’s scale which has a black deck. I had to pick her 47 pound moose butt up and place her on it – and insist that she stay. After my insisting by three times picking her up and placing her back on the scale, she seemed to say, “Well, if you insist!”
Besides the black scale thing, I discovered two holes in my handling training – temp taking and being restrained by someone other than me. Sigh.
She was NOT pleased to have her temperature rectally taken. She kept trying to turn around to see what the tech was doing back there which would dislodge the thermometer which would start the process over again which would cause the dog to turn around which would….Well you get the idea. I think Via was offended when she heard another vet tech say that it was the same instrument that is used on cats. We’ve only worked on temp taking a couple of times and THOSE where back when Via was small enough for me to do it alone. Now that Vee is a big dog, I’ll need a small army, a clicker and the VERY BEST TREATS.
I got the vet tech to trim her nails as I wanted Via to have them done by someone other than me. She did not mind the nail trimming per say. I have one dog, Blue, who believes that the nail clippers are evil incarnate and out to eat a dog. I refuse to let this dog have that opinion. Via and I work on THAT bit of handling a lot.
At home Vee is content to lay on her side, eat treats and have a pedicure. I do a paw at a sitting and just clip a bit off the top.
Today Via worry seemed to be around being restrained by someone other than me. One tech held her, another trimmed her nails and a third alternated between spraying peanut butter in to her mouth and singing to her. She yawned, panted, held her breath and left sweaty paw prints. By the third foot she spit out the peanut butter. When she was released she did a full body “wet dog” shake like she just came inside out of a pouring rain.
When we returned to the lobby, she was able to take low value treats and offered a relaxed down while we waited for our bill.
The moose goes back in March for her final well puppy check up so I have to get to work on the temp taking, the black decked scale and the restraint thing. I wonder which students I can sucker, err, recruit to brave Via’s needle teeth to practice restraints?