The Vet Visit

So I got Evie and myself all dressed and ready. I grabbed the leash and called Puck. Both dogs clamored toward the door. I told them both to sit, both sat. I then said, "Puck, come" Portia charged me. I yelled at her, and told her to sit. She sat, Puck cowered. I told him to come. Portia charged me, Puck sat there. I again yelled at her told her to sit and stay, told him to come, but this time, I stuck my foot out against her chest, to hold her back while Puck bounded out the door.
I put him in the back of the jeep, strapped Evie in the car seat and off we went.

When we arrived at the vet, I unstrapped Evie, but left her in the car seat. I ran to the back and put his leash on him, then took him to the side to get Evie. As I reached in to grab her, he thought I was motioning to him to climb in, so he did. While I was trying to grab her, he tried to jump over my back into the side of the Jeep. I body checked him and he bounced back out of the car; I told him to sit. Then I untangled the leash and proceeded to grab Evie.

We walked into the vet's office, and by walk, I mean I walked, Puck bounced, while I pulled on him with one hand, gripping the baby with the other. I then spontaneously grew a third hand and opened the door.

Puck bounded in and put his paws up on the counter. I pushed him off and checked us in, while he bounced excitedly around us. All the while, I continued to shift Evie from hip to hip, rotating her away from wherever he was, as he was so excited, he kept trying to get up in her face.

The lady rushed us in to the little room and I let him roam around while I sat on the little bench that was built into the wall. The vet knocked on the door a few minutes later, and walked in. Puck barked at her, then whimpered and proceeded to try to climb into my lap, where Evie was sitting. Evie laughed, Puck cried and I rolled my eyes. The vet was cautious, and although she tried to get him to come, he continued to try to climb up behind me, or into my lap anytime she approached him. So Puck had to be examined in the back with the help of two techs. The exam room I was sitting in shared a wall with the back area, so I heard the trouble they had to go through just to take his temperature. It sounded like they were trying to hog tie an elephant, rather than examine a 60lb dog. There was banging, scuffling, howling, whining, and a lot of laughter. When she brought him back in, and he climbed back up on the bench, and leaned against me.

Anyway, all this to find out that he's fine. He's not sick, no bacteria, he's not showing any signs of having eaten anything bad. The assumption is that he's suffering from some major anxiety since his "man" is away. It seems all of Bryan's treating him like a baby has turned him into an anxiety-ridden spaz.

You have got to be freaking kidding me.

He's not sleeping in my room tonight, that's all I've got to say.