I just took Amicus to the vet, Westview Veterinary Hospital. The vet is male, Amicus went up to him immediately, and they were soon fast friends. Every one I’ve talked to in town gave glowing recommendations about this vet and I think aptly so.
The reason I brought him in was because I was a bit worried because his eyes are always red. I discovered the reason is that he has no pigment in his third eyelids and that, while slightly rare, that’s normal for some dogs.
He either weighs 87.5 kilos which is 192 pounds or he weighs 39.77 kilos which is 87.5 pounds; I’m pretty sure it’s the latter now that I really think about it. Anyway, screw math. He does need to lose a little bit of weight, not a lot, but a bit, so we discussed that.
The vet is super nice and explains things well. I am really glad he has a cool doctor. I can’t believe how quickly Amicus trusted him; that makes me trust the guy, too.
Amicus actually pulled me into the clinic like he was going to Disneyland and then he dragged me around (which he doesn’t normally do) and smelled everything and, when I say everything, I’m including the small molecule of dust hidden behind the miniscule iota of paper in the far corner of the tiniest shelf.
He really enjoyed getting weighed and stared at the digital numbers closely through his pigmentless third eyelids. He liked climbing on and off the scale over and over again.
Then, just as we were getting ready to leave the treatment room, to top it all off, Amicus pissed all over the vet’s floor, and I’m talking Lake Superior, baby. Embarrassing, yes, but the sheer volume, very impressive. The vet was very good about it and so was the poor nurse who had to clean up the significant puddle. I think I saw her using that thing Kevin Costner wanted to use for the Gulf spill. Anyway, suffice to say, Amicus has had his afternoon pee.
Then at the reception counter, I picked out cat treats and the lady had to tell me that I probably wanted dog treats and so I felt a bit like a wanker and then when I was leaving Amicus decided to ensnare me in his leash like wrapping a mummy/dummy and so I shimmied out little baby steps red in the face, holding dog treats, new food samples, flea pills, and feeling like a total idiot.
Wow, and wow!! Dogs are about 180 degrees different than cats at the vet, aren’t they? Truly amazing. Or maybe it’s just Amicua.