a heart with a twist of lemon

today, since i did not work, my parents asked me to bring nacho into the vet. nacho hates the vet, so i just dont want nacho to hate me.

nacho loves riding in the car, so naturally when i ask him to jump into the punk rock van, he is more than thrilled. he sits in the passenger seat just like a human would, watching out the window as the world passes him by.

i carry him into the vet and as he catches scent of it he begins shaking in fear (no joke). i help the nurse settle him down so he will stay on the scale...a wopping 8.9 lbs, that a boy nacho!

then we go into the room with the metal table in which i place him, and the doc gives him his physical as i calm him {he is still shaking at this point}. they then took him away from me to give him shots and stuff, and i sat in the waiting room like one of those nervous people in wating rooms on television. i learned about proper weights for dogs and cats from a poster on the wall. nacho's shape looks to be classified as the ideal weight.

nacho is getting old (around 12 yrs old), but he still has a lot of life and energy in him. but we noticed some lumps on his stomach. the vet checked them with a needle or something and there were just fatty lumps, phew. nacho is going to have to go in for a dental cleaning, and it looks as though they may have to pull one of his teeth. now he can join my pirate crew, Arrrr. who needs parrots when you have a dog. he got his blood drawn, and some shots, and heartworm check, and he was done. he stopped shaking because i think he knew the worse was over.

i paid the $92.01, got home and gave him a treat, for being such a good doggie. i love my dog nacho.