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Or I'm never taking them anywhere by myself ever again.
It's that time of year. Both dogs needed their annual check-ups and shots. I'm sure they were already grumpy due to not getting fed this morning (Hey, Tag can't toss his cookies if he has no cookies to toss). I was already dreading it because while I can easily handle Ziggy on my own, Tag not so much. Tag and Ziggy together is nigh impossible. I knew it was going to be a fun trip when I had to wrestle Tag into his car harness. He was a LOT smaller the last time we used the thing. So on top of him rolling onto his back and generally being difficult, there was the whole resizing issue. Ziggy's crate also takes up most of the backseat, so there's poor Tag being squashed into half a space. He was utterly amazed by the noises coming out of my car speakers and kept trying to climb into the back window looking for the people back there. Ziggy just sleeps during car trips, so she was good.
Thankfully, the morning rush at the vet's office had died down and it was pretty empty when we got there. There was only one other couple waiting for a grooming appointment. Of course Ziggy had to go make friends. And by "make friends" I mean "crawl in their laps and see if I can get them to take me away from this crazy lady who puts this awful thing on my nose [Gentle Leader]. Oh, and yank Mommy's arm off in the process." Tag was a bit slow to catch on to that particular trick as he was busy sniffing out all the treats on display (nose hight is really a bad place for loose bones and pig ears...). But he caught on eventually since he can't stand it when Ziggy gets attention. Period. He thinks he should be the center of the universe or something.
All was relatively quiet and we got called back to see the vet. That is until Tag spotted a pitbull checking in. Cue much growling from Tag. My normally sweet, kinda dopey, ginormous baby is doing a remarkable Cujo impression. Great. I swear if I hadn't had the other end of his leash, there might have been trouble. He's done this before, but not that much, that loudly, or that suddenly. And normally, he's great with other dogs. He and the neighbors' dog, Zoe, are great friends. So it must be the leash, since the leash seems to be the common denominator in all these episodes. Which means I have a leash-aggressive dog. Super. So we stayed in the exam room until the nice vet tech got us all paid up and checked out. Then we made a beeline for the door before Tag could get any bright ideas.
More wrestling with Tag in the parking lot to get back into his car harness. I took pity on the poor thing and let him sit up front where there was more room.Not sure that was the solution either That totally didn't help. Not only was he constantly trying to crawl in my lap, but he kept trying to drink my soda. Seriously, dog, the LAST thing you need is caffeine. I'm sure I narrowly avoided a few collisions on the way home. I've never been so glad to boot the both of them outside. Next year I'm taking someone with me. Anyone wanna volunteer? 
It's that time of year. Both dogs needed their annual check-ups and shots. I'm sure they were already grumpy due to not getting fed this morning (Hey, Tag can't toss his cookies if he has no cookies to toss). I was already dreading it because while I can easily handle Ziggy on my own, Tag not so much. Tag and Ziggy together is nigh impossible. I knew it was going to be a fun trip when I had to wrestle Tag into his car harness. He was a LOT smaller the last time we used the thing. So on top of him rolling onto his back and generally being difficult, there was the whole resizing issue. Ziggy's crate also takes up most of the backseat, so there's poor Tag being squashed into half a space. He was utterly amazed by the noises coming out of my car speakers and kept trying to climb into the back window looking for the people back there. Ziggy just sleeps during car trips, so she was good.
Thankfully, the morning rush at the vet's office had died down and it was pretty empty when we got there. There was only one other couple waiting for a grooming appointment. Of course Ziggy had to go make friends. And by "make friends" I mean "crawl in their laps and see if I can get them to take me away from this crazy lady who puts this awful thing on my nose [Gentle Leader]. Oh, and yank Mommy's arm off in the process." Tag was a bit slow to catch on to that particular trick as he was busy sniffing out all the treats on display (nose hight is really a bad place for loose bones and pig ears...). But he caught on eventually since he can't stand it when Ziggy gets attention. Period. He thinks he should be the center of the universe or something.
All was relatively quiet and we got called back to see the vet. That is until Tag spotted a pitbull checking in. Cue much growling from Tag. My normally sweet, kinda dopey, ginormous baby is doing a remarkable Cujo impression. Great. I swear if I hadn't had the other end of his leash, there might have been trouble. He's done this before, but not that much, that loudly, or that suddenly. And normally, he's great with other dogs. He and the neighbors' dog, Zoe, are great friends. So it must be the leash, since the leash seems to be the common denominator in all these episodes. Which means I have a leash-aggressive dog. Super. So we stayed in the exam room until the nice vet tech got us all paid up and checked out. Then we made a beeline for the door before Tag could get any bright ideas.
More wrestling with Tag in the parking lot to get back into his car harness. I took pity on the poor thing and let him sit up front where there was more room.
[Getting to cuddle them. 
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I walk my four dogs (German Shepherd Mix, APBT, Pit mix, and border collie mix, not small dogs!) at the same time so wrangling multiple animals is second nature to me. I also could help you with the leash reactive stuff with our dog.
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