“We are going for a ride…just us?” I’m pretty sure that is what Doppler was thinking at 6:30 this morning as I took him out to the car, suspicious that we were leaving his sister behind. But he was excited, nonetheless. That it, until we arrived at our destination: the vet! Normally Doppler is happy go lucky everywhere we go, but recently I have found that when he goes to the vet without his sister, he is one very nervous puppy. So, he was weary to even go into the office this morning without his doggy back up, he looked up at me and hesitated as I opened the door to the vet. The entire time we were in the waiting room, if he wasn’t nervously pacing, then he was trying to crawl in my lap. Yes, all 63.5 pounds of him!
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Clearly, he knew something was up. He didn’t get breakfast. He barely had time to wake up before leaving the house. His mom was makeupless and in yoga pants (a state, in which, I would only leave the house in if it were an extraordinary occasion or ungodly early in the morning). If that is not a dead giveaway than I don’t know what is! Not to mention, his sister was left at home. And he was the only dog in the vet building at this very early hour. Something was up! That something is that poor Doppler is getting fixed today, eeek! As much as I love puppies, the risk of suddenly having a whole new litter of them on our hands with a girl and boy dog at home is far too great. Especially with a baby on the way…2 pups is absolutely enough!
I knew it needed to be done, but dropping him off at the vet this morning was rough on Mom too! He looked back at me with his big sad eyes as our veterinarian took him away and, this time, I hesitated. I opened the door to leave and couldn’t seem to walk through it. She told me, “Go ahead, I will take him this way and tell him we will go look for you…” I felt sad that he would be tricked into going with her, thinking I would be there. It broke my heart that he was scared and I was leaving him. I know, I know, I sound like a crazy person right about now, but I found myself already flashing forward, thinking of when the day comes that we have to drop our actual (human!) child off at their first day of school or really anywhere without us. And it made me hesitate. It made me want to run back in the vet and put off his procedure for another day, just so I could take him home and cuddle with him.
Oh boy…I am in trouble, I am in big trouble. Being a mom is going to be rough on my soft heart…
OH MAN…. I would be terrible at this. You were strong for doing it! I’m such a wuss, I’ve never taken a dog to the vet! James always does the dirty work…. I’m way too much of a softie for that. Hugs to Doppler! He’ll be fine!
AH! I remember taking Goose in for his fateful day. He was the saddest little thing when he came out. Give him lots of extra hugs for me! And…like…make sure there’s lots of dude stuff waiting for him at home.
Awww this picture is just too sweet. You’re going to be such a good mom, I promise!
Just remember, you’re doing the right thing. And when it’s time for taking the baby to the doctor, you’ll make it – I promise. Believe it or not, my babies barely reacted to getting shots. It’s harder getting them to the doctor when they’re 10 and 12!
You can pamper Doppler when he gets home. That will make you both feel better!