I am fortunate the author dude, you know the silly looking bow tie wearing human to the right – he keeps my busy calendar well organized. As I have a great deal of daily activities, napping under his desk, snoring, breakfast, dinner, treats, treats and more treats, the regular belly rub or belly scratch, my constitutional walks, then playing with my rope, and of course the grooming sessions to brush my thick fur. I am first and foremost, a lady.
But I’m also a guard dog, I am a fierce hunter that has to inspect my kingdom each and every day for any ‘evil-doers’. However, as I told you from my first lesson, I would never go back into ‘HER’ closet! The fancy shoe flashbacks, that brown-eyed dagger stare she gave me – OH THE CANINITY! It can be quite a grind to pack all these rituals into one day. Woof! Woof!
But, I decided to share my experiences from going to visit the doctor.
So, the other day, I knew something was up, and a field trip was about to happen. How did I know? Well, the travel bag emerged. As you can see, it is my exclusive comfortable space for me to be hoisted about my world by the author dude, or from time to time the blonde business executive female will assist with my regal travel schedule. Hey, the Pope’s got his Popemobile, and I fit quite comfortably within my travel accommodations, a sort of Pink Petunia’s Queenship.
For those within my canine specie I recommend the following preparations. First, I get the brush down with a few sprays from the bottle of sweet smelling stuff. I think my fans that I encounter along my travels should feel my soft fur and also leave the experience with a special fragrance to remember ‘THE Pinky’. (check) I wear my collar. (check) And I demand my special going to the doctor leash. (check)
Before I knew it I was strapped into our carriage with my doctor visitation card in-paw, so I can be properly presented. I even noted the extra poo bag, I thought that was a nice additional backup plan in the event I need to make some ‘bid-nez’. I appreciate my driver’s extra prep work for my travels.
After a short drive we arrived at the doctor’s office. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned there are other types of doctors. The author dude explained, but I have not a clue what he was talking about. I’m a dog. But the ladies at the front desk dug my appearance. It was not their fault, I am THE Pinky. I think they wanted to get me a treat, but we were there on business. Woof!
After a brief wait next to a tranquil sounding water fall, I was efficiently wisked through to my nurses who immediately adored me, and checked me out. I am quite lovely.
HOWEVER, does my face below tell a story? As in I got my temperature taken … ah, I prefer this area to be an ‘exit-only’ part of my personage. Woof! I even – Yelped! I know my nurse appears to be easy going, but trust me, do NOT turn your back to her!
Thankfully, after the poking and prodding stopped, I was able to walk-it-off and inspect the area for any ‘evil-doers’. I sensed my suite had been habitated by others within my species. So, I decided to leave a reminder that THE Pinky had been here. I lost a few lb’s, hmm, perhaps they should have re-weighed me? I mean a girl’s got to watch her belly.
It was not long until my doctor walked into the room. He’s very, very smart and quite professional and nice He checked me out. He talked to the author dude about me, I think it had to do with my blackouts, all I know is I have these shaking episodes, and let me tell you they leave me exhausted and I look like I was foaming at the mouth. That is not a good look for a lady like me – paw-leez!
I immediately gazed into my doctor’s eyes in my attempt to cast one of my favorite spells on him. I know he has extra special abilities, as he is from Kentucky, just like me and the author dude. I knew I would extract a treat from him. BUT, all my efforts did not work, this one seemed strong to me… hmm, hmm. He was resistant to my charms. I must be getting old and they do say casting your spells does begin to falter first. (Well, shrug)
Well, the good news was that the doctor invited me back in a few weeks. I look forward to feeling special again, and I just knew he would want to stare into my brown eyes again. It’s not his fault, I’ve got gifted DNA. Oh well, and before I knew it we were back into our carriage. The author dude didn’t look as happy as normal, he looked a bit sad.
But before I knew it, I was exhausted from all the adulation, and I decided to take a nap as we journeyed back toward my regal kingdom. I sleep, therefore I am Pink Petunia.