When it came to finding a new veterinary clinic for my puppy, I did a lot of research. I reviewed their websites, reviews, and information about the veterinarians at the clinics. Part of the decision making process included phone calls to ask about vaccinations. In the end I finally found a new clinic that I thought would be good. The real test however was the first visit.
Bandit loves car rides. So getting him into the car is simple, just open the door and he jumps inside. Pulling up to the veterinary clinic raised his suspicions though. He started to vocalize his concerns about where we were at from the moment we got out of the car. When we went through the “dogs only” entrance he turned his head around and growled at me. As if I tricked him into going to the place where he gets shots. One of his least favorite things after the one veterinarian years ago didn’t do it right and it hurt.
“What you have to get shots?” I stated.
“No, I don’t.” Came the semi-growl moan back. He continued his discussion about the matter as I ignored him in order to get check in done. The second he stepped onto the scale and the number flashed he stepped off. I picked him up and set him on the scale. He shook his head.
He resigned himself to being there and stopped his chattering once inside the small exam room. Bandit stood on the anti-slip material they had on the exam table. The technician came over as Bandit looked at me. She got out the thermometer and quickly picked up his tail and inserted it. The second she did his head snapped around and he let out a growl, “what the heck are you doing?” I smiled; yet the laughter crept out. He turned his head and gave me a dirty look, “this isn’t funny, do you know where she put that?” and then back at the technician, “do you mind?”
The visit went well with the veterinarian. They had a technician hold him while giving the shots, which worked really well. In the past when I had to hold him while he got a shot he would climb up my shoulder, and dig in with his claws. Then came the bad news. Well bad news for Bandit. Popcorn is one of his favorite snacks. According to the veterinary he is to have a few plain pieces. He shook his head and sighed heavily as he gave me a look, “Don’t listen to her.”
The other night I put the plain air popped popcorn to the test. Bandit is picky about his food. Only those pieces of popcorn he decides are good will he eat. So, in one bowl I had a few pieces of plain popcorn. In the other my buttered popcorn. I gave him one of his pieces. He sniffed it, took it in his mouth and then spit it out. He inched closer to the other bowl and sniffed. Then turned his head to sniff the bowl of plain popcorn. With his paw he tapped the buttered popcorn bowl and stared at it.
I tried to give him another piece of plain popcorn. It wasn’t even acknowledged. I took the piece and placed it into the buttered popcorn bowl. Then took it out and gave it to him. He sniffed it, and then reluctantly ate it. So long as the plain popcorn was placed into the bowl with the buttered popcorn there was a higher chance he would eat it. Just straight plain popcorn; no way.