This morning, bright and early, I had to take Bella into the vet to get fixed. UgghH!! This killed me.....first of all because of not knowing anything about this vet, I just had to take it for granted that they were going to be kind. I know, I'm just admitting it now- I'm a serious dog lover , especially my pooch. All of this morning, while getting ready for the vet , Bella was at my feet knowing something was going to happen. She gets so excited to go for a car ride and when I got her leash out she went crazy with excitement.... I just kept thinking, "O Bella, you have no idea what's coming.." As we pulled into the parking lot and I took her in the door, she was definitely NOT happy. First of all, right inside the door was a Giant Mastiff looking her straight in the face probably thinking, "I wonder if you squeak?" or "how much chewing could I get out of you?" Well, the receptionist came and switched leashes with me, and just took Bella and placed her in this room (probably with dog cages) - Bella reluctantly followed.
Grant it, this problem is probably my fault because Bella never goes into her cage unless we are gone from the house. We let her sleep with us....so she had a serious reality check, I'm sure. I know that this a common surgery, but nevertheless, she's my baby and I hope everything goes well. She's there overnight and I can pick her up sometime tomorrow.
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