We have a strange dog. When we were walking him last night we were up the street and as we passed the vet he wagged his tail and turned to pull us in. He loves the vet. I’m not sure why because every problem we go to the vet with there is always talk of cancer and operations, and then we solve the problem with antiseptic cream. Joseph the vet was wary of Max at first. A lot of people are worried about Max because he is a big white dog but he is the softy of the family. Once the vet needed to shave his head to treat a bite (from Haighs of course) and was going to put him under for it. Max was happily put in a cage and we were more worried than he was when we left. When we picked him up that night the vet said he didn’t need to put Max under because Max sat very still and let him do what he needed to do. No doubt wagging his tail. It is like going to the vet is a treat. Max gets to say hello to everyone and gets pats and a treat before we leave. I hope he teaches Jemma his strange habits. Jemma hasn’t had as many positive experiences at the vets. I would feel the same if I came to the vet with four legs and left with three.
Tags: vet, white boxer
