Do y’all remember my post on Fitness Friday?
I was at the vet. Not my local vet. I have a local vet here in the mountains and another one at the shore. This time I was going to the vet hospital. It’s a couple hour drive.
We left early. At first I was excited. I thought we were going for a hike. Then we turned the wrong direction!
I was restless and unhappy. I was all wound up! I kept barking at the Humans. Neither was happy about my “yappin’”.
The best part of going to the big hospital is that I get to see lots of other dogs…before you ask…NO CATS! The cats have their own entrance and waiting room separate from the dogs.
I arrived early and they took me early. First I had to sit on the scale.
Remember last year my local vet here in the high country was very unhappy that I weighed 100 pounds? She said even though I was fit and trim it was too much for a Chessie.
My Human switched me to the senior formula.
This spring my vet at the shore weighed me in at 96 pounds. Friday I weighed in at 94 pounds. That is 2 pounds less than when I came to live with my Humans. At 14 months of age I weighed 96 pounds.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is the vet decided it would be advisable for me to have a visit September 16 with the dentist. He said my teeth look like his lab’s teeth did. He has his dog’s teeth cleaned every two years. I haven’t had mine done since 2012.
My Human can’t get the back molars well enough with the toothbrush. See, it’s my Human’s fault I have to undergo this procedure.
Y’all come on back!
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