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Negotiating the Neutral Zone: A Visit to the Vets

Taking my young dog to the vets is always exhausting. She gets so hyped up. Maybe it is simply because she is an unbalanced, unsocialised, anxious dog? Maybe it is because all her senses are firing at once? New smells, sounds, sights?

Well, this time there was certainly a new sight for her! As I was giving my name to the receptionist, a little ginger cat sauntered round the corner from the back area. I am sure it is the same cat that taunted Mr Spaghetti Legs. (Mr SL and the cat) It basically stuck its tongue out at my dog, who was beside herself. She hates cats. She has to bark at them, chase them up trees etc. Now here she was, on full alert, ears up, body tense, all eyes on the cat, but restrained by the lead, knowing that there is an unwritten law, that when she is on the lead she is not allowed to chase things. Poor girl. Although I explained to her that the vets was a neutral zone I don’t think it helped!

I then weighed my dogs and sat down until it was our turn for the vet. At least now the cat was out of sight, but Little Monkey cannot relax. She stood there, panting madly, tugging at the lead now and then as if to say, “The door’s this way, Mum. Let’s go!” I bring Mr SL also, as he just stands there, quite calm; hoping some of his nonchalance may rub off on her.

Our turn came quickly. Just an anal gland check up; all OK. Now for the reward. I always take them for a walk in the local forested area afterwards. Once parked in the car park, I filled an old ice cream tub with fresh water, and Little Monkey gulped it down. All that panting has gotta make for a dry mouth. Mr SL sniffs it, but rarely drinks.

In no time at all we are in nature. Tall pine trees all around, little grey squirrels scuttling up trees, lots of bird song. Little Monkey has forgotten all about the vets in one minute flat. Unfortunately, it has rained lately – a lot – and the narrow paths have become streams. Little Monkey walks slightly ahead, with Mr SL behind. I hear his little feet going splish splish splish. Suddenly, this changes to splosh splosh splosh!

The old boy has walked off the path and into a ditch. He is now wading through water up to his armpits! I get him back onto the path. Now we pass the little pond, that has become a small lake! Peering closely into the water, I see tiny tadpoles wriggling around in the icy water. A good sign. Once frogs disappear from your habitat, nature is in grave difficulties.

So, we spoldge around for a while, then go home. The dogs get their supper and can sleep off the excitement of the afternoon. Well, Mr SL sleeps; Little Monkey is ready for the next game. Happy dogs!



Mr Spaghetti Legs and the Cat

Mr Spaghetti Legs

Just been to the vets, where, great excitement, a small ginger cat played chicken with Mr Spaghetti Legs

First, it sat on the floor in front of the reception desk, playing peek-a-boo with the old boy. First I knew of this, was Mr SL being all alert and tense, ears pricked up and staring in the cat’s direction.

Oh, OK, it’s a cat. Well sorry, but you can’t have it.

When we came out of the vet’s room, the cat was lying in wait. Mr SL saw it instantly, and lunged for it, barking. The cat puffed itself up to its full tiny stature and hissed. Luckily, I always have the handle of the lead round my wrist ( a necessary requirement with Little Monkey) so Mr SL did not get away from me, and I reeled him back in.

Once the cat realised that the dog was restrained, it calmly sat in the corner, looked nonchalant and stuck its tongue out at the dog. The other vet cats then decided to see what all the noise was about, and ambled past us.

Now Mr SL is an old dog, over 12 years. He walks painfully slowly on all outings, needs lifting in and out of the car and generally acts like a geriatric.

Suddenly, here he was, nearly pulling me off my feet trying to get at the cats. I had no idea he was so strong. Just shows you the power of an adrenalin rush!