Paw Time with Houdini

This is me friends from last weekend.  I was worn out.  Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon.  Nope not anything fun at all.  I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T.  Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans.  Us anipals know how to spell.  You don’t have to spell V.E.T.  We know that is the place that we all despise.  I mean really.  Buy us a drink first.  Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters.  I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter.  So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots.  How those yearly shots get here so fast!  Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things.  Yeah, that’s the perfect word.  So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down.  So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms.  And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot.  I was a good boy.  So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in.  Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments.  Now comes the good part.  As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her!  Seriously – the dude growled and barked!!  Rolls with puppy laughter.  For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high.  I was greatly impressed.  Of course mom fussed at daddy.  I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters.  I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering.  I was a good pooch mom said.  So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy.  Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.