OH, THE PLACES THEY’LL GO…

For years, when the two legged children were sick with colds, viruses and flu like symptoms, I would tell them they had the “coll – e -mock – is”, and for whatever reason they battled through each illness with pride and from those tender elementary school ages, when they couldn’t pronounce it, (like I cannot spell it), it seemed to make the days in our home infirmary fun!

I have carried this made-up diagnosis over to the four legged children and this is what I tell the vet tech when I must call for an appointment! “Hi, this is Cathy – Harley needs an appointment, I think he’s got the “coll – e -mock – is!”

Keep in mind, the word has been sanctioned for any and all mini illnesses. If I could enter it into Webster’s dictionary….
COLL-EMOCK-IS                                                                                                                                                                                                                noun                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         1. When something is wrong and you don’t know what to call it. “The doodle threw up his food, he has the coll-e-mock-is”

Pet stores, Olde Towne Pet Resort, romps around the yard, even trips in the car, these are fun things to do and great places to go. For Harley though, there is nothing like going to see “Doodle Doc!”

I laugh each and every time we come there (not that it’s that often, but with two doodles, let’s just say they sort of “know” us!). Harley runs through the front door like a kid entering the gates of an amusement park. Other dogs – to include “big bad Leo” are bunkered down under chairs or behind their owners looking like their about to take their final walk down the green mile….

While we wait in the examining room for “Doodle Doc” to come in, Harley sits perfectly still trying to bore a hole through the secret door with his glare until she comes through…

Leo, on the other hand, is trying to bore his entire being into the wall all the way in the corner, BEHIND the examining table. He wants no parts of anybody in this room, I don’t care how many treats you wave in his direction…

When Matt arrives, Harley does his usual “meet and greet” routine…

And then he takes Harley’s temperature…

Matt goes off to do a fecal test and and the boys rest and wait patiently for “Doodle Doc’s” arrival…

It is comical to watch “Doodle Doc” and Harley together. She talks to him like Dr. Dolittle and he sits tentatively and listens…

Once their initial conversation is over, there’s the nose rubbing…

And then he gives her kisses…

I explain that Harley’s been rather “loose” for several days, and I can’t seem to “firm” him up! Once she starts her exam, Leo curls up under my seat, leaving Harley to handle his business alone..

I am happy to say there were no parasites, no fever, so no worries. She recommended an evening w/o food to rest his tummy, and then a bland diet of cottage cheese and ground chicken (my boys will not do the rice thing!) with some med’s as a precaution should there be some internal things going on behind the scene.

The cottage cheese and chicken was a hit – for both (Leo finishes Harley’s leftovers! Its been about two weeks now and everything is back to normal.

We’re wrestling…

And trying to do the “rear ankle take down” to get the ball away from Leo..

Thanks “Doodle Doc”, “Harley Darley’s” doing fine…

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