We took Miz Pepper to the Vet this morning. It's a two person job. Just getting her in the car when she KNOWS she's headed for the vet's is a job and a half. I even moved my seat forward to get her inside the car. That made a bit of space so she could get in, then hop on the seat. That accomplished, there was much shedding and panting till we got there (it's only a mile away). Once we arrived, she didn't want to get out! After five minutes of shoving and coaxing, she hopped out, shook herself and trotted along side of me to the animal clinic door.
The place was empty. I registered her and handed the receptionist the poo sample bag. Dr Young came out and he saw her right away. Pepper was very good while he examined her and talked to us. Then she trotted off with him to the vet techs in the back so that she could be given her blood tests, vaccinations, etc. Miss Thang may be a pain in the neck to get in and out of the car when she knows she's going to the vet's, but once she's there, she's fine.
The vet brought her out and tried to get her on the scales. That was enough for our Miss Thang. She totally flattened herself and would not budge! He asked me if I could get her on, so I walked her around, had her do a few 'sit' and 'down' commands, so she'd know who's boss (ha ha) then I led her to the scales. Plop. Down she went. So I tugged a little under her collar, and the vet gave her rump a boost, and she got on the scales. 110. That's good, she's down ten pounds, the new food is working!
We paid for the visit with a credit card and hid our shock at the price.
Pepper decided she had enough excitement for one day and declined a trip to Petsmart. We brought her some dried chicken strips as a peace offering. =)