Sometimes, it’s nice to just relax. Have some fun. See what happens. Recently, my family and I (JT) became proud owners of a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog (GSMD) pup, Swissy for short, named Tigger. She’s proven to be an absolutely beautiful dog, both personality-wise and cosmetically.
The breeders, John & Tina Bailey, Wildest Dream Farm, created a Google Group for the litter’s owners. We’ve had great fun learning, comparing notes, and sharing pictures and stories. Today, Tigger had a trip to the vet for more shots, and shared her story with the group. Now that the background has been set, here’s her story, my new guest blogger, in her own words…
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Greetings,
For my siblings, comparing notes, JT took me to the vet again. Strange place. Smelled funny. And then, there were two sets of doors we had to go through on the way in. Why do places need doors anyway? They just keep me from being able to pee on the grass whenever I want. Carpet’s a good substitute though.
Anyway, there was this -wild- black dog in there. JT said it was a year-old black lab, whatever that is. He sure needs to grow up and get some better manners. I thought it safer to sit underneath JT, behind his legs, just in case Wild Thing came toward me. Let JT deal with it, after all, what are owners for?
There are nice people there. They -really- like to pour on the lovin. I keep hearing, "She’s so cute; He’s gorgeous; You’re going to be a big doggie; Look at her paws; Swissy? Swiss Mountain Dog? Awwhhhh; [repeat endlessly]. You’d think I hadn’t been there just two weeks before. Well, at least they give me treats. Figured I could climb up on this big flat thing for them. JT said the numbers, while I sat on it, said 21.4 lbs. Whatever that means. Up 7 from my first visit. He said their scale’s a bit whacky, likes the number on the tiny one at home better. Guess someone told him, ‘slow to grow,’ ‘thin to win,’ which means he likes to rub my ribs every day. Weird, feels nice
though.
Got to sleep on the exam table again. They’re always so amazed I do that. Hey, it’s cool, I can look around, and that blonde lady JT likes keeps fawning all over me….said she’s cute or something like that. He better watch it. "I" am cute, she can take a number.
She scrunched up my fur, gave me a cookie, poked me with something. I don’t care. Cookie was pretty good. Then all of a sudden we were getting ready to go. More of the, "She’s so cute," stuff. At least they all know my name almost as well as me now.
Best part of these trips? I get to ride in the convertible. The green things next to the car go by, really fast. Tons of different smells. After a while I get tired and want to put my head down. JT won’t let me climb into his lap, so I just rest my head on his arm sometimes. He seems to really like that. If it makes him feel better
I’ll keep doing it. Beside, it’s the lazy dog’s way of resting while still being able to look around at stuff. JT said one day I’ll be too big for the little car. Hope he’s planning to buy a bigger one—I like rides:).
Tigger (JT’s busy working now)
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