So my daughter drives over here this a.m. and between the two of us we get Misty into my truck. Back legs on the floor, front legs on the seat. A very uncomfortable-looking position, but I can't budge her any further. I drive over to the vet's office, a half hour drive, and we get out of the truck and walk over to the door. Big sign on the door, "Dr. will be out of the office after Dec. 12th until after Christmas."
So I had to get Misty back into the truck by myself. It took me about 15 minutes and both of us were panting when I finally got her inside.
I have a full size truck and you'd think there would be enough room on the passenger side for a dog, right? No. She's too big to be comfortable in there. And when you're manhandling her into the truck, you're working only with the floor space. And also, when you go around to the back of the dog, the front comes back out.
Whew! I certainly hope Misty's better on her own with no vet intervention by after Christmas. I'm going to the store in a minute to buy some baby aspirin for her.
So I had to get Misty back into the truck by myself. It took me about 15 minutes and both of us were panting when I finally got her inside.
I have a full size truck and you'd think there would be enough room on the passenger side for a dog, right? No. She's too big to be comfortable in there. And when you're manhandling her into the truck, you're working only with the floor space. And also, when you go around to the back of the dog, the front comes back out.
Whew! I certainly hope Misty's better on her own with no vet intervention by after Christmas. I'm going to the store in a minute to buy some baby aspirin for her.