It was a tough day to be a pug here at Shiny Red Houses.
Both dogs needed some shots and Sophie got a full check-up.
As soon as we walked in the door of the vet's Pugsley started shedding. His tail drooped and he began panting nervously.
First Pugsley was weighed and we were given the sad news that he is big boned. Errrr....make that fat. Pugsley needs to lay off the treats and slim down. He had a few shots and then I asked about some scabby skin on his belly. The vet said that all he really needed was a bath. Fat and dirty. Then Pugsley was taken into the back room to have his anal glands expressed. Seriously. If Pugsley could drink beer it'd be Miller time.
Then it was Sophie's turn and she is dainty and perfect. She handled her shots and came back from her anal gland expression with a wagging tail.
When we arrived at home I lured the dogs into a false sense of security.
Bath? What bath? Who said anything about a bath?
Bwaaahaaahaaa! Both dogs endured the indignity of being bathed and are surely plotting to poop in my shoes as retribution.
Just another day of glamour and fun here at Shiny Red Houses.