Hi. See that picture? That’s me. I’m Teddy and I’m 15 years old. Aren’t I handsome? My tail is spectacular, don’t you think? Mom thinks I’m a con artist, but that’s not true. Can I help it if people think I’m so cute they’ll do anything I ask them to do for me?
I had a goooooood day today. I started by going to a new groomer. I don’t like going to the groomer, I think I’m handsome enough. But Mom said I’ve been to my dog park so much and got so muddy I could use a good bath. Oh well – can’t win ’em all. I got a good car ride out of it.
Then Mom and my sister Emmie picked me up and Mom took both of us to the vet for our heartworm exams. Mom also asked my vet to express my anal glands. I’d been scooting around on the floor a lot lately, and licking my rear, hinting to Mom that it was time to get them expressed. You know, you’d think having an animal communicator for a mom you wouldn’t have to go to such extremes to get her attention, but, there you go.
That stuff that fills my anal glands? It’s kind of brownish and slimey and stinky. But does it ever serve a purpose! I can mark my territory with that. If you come to my dog park, you will see all of us dogs getting to know each other ~ nose to tail as Mom says. We’re checkin’ out each other’s anal glands.
I can express my glands by myself when I go outside and poop, or when I clean myself up. But sometimes I need help, and today was one of those days.
My vet took me into that big room today. I knew this was not going to be a fun time for me. He had that serious look on his face. So he lifted my tail and started to squeeze the glands. Ouch! It usually doesn’t hurt, but today it did – maybe because they were so full. So I decided to teach that vet a lesson. The next time he squeezed, ready, set, SPLAT! Right on his shirt! Ha! I had a big laugh about that, so did my vet tech. My vet had to take his shirt off and wear scrubs, I did such a good job! And then I heard him tell Mom that the smell probably won’t come out of his shirt and he’d have to throw it out. I did goooood!
He told Mom he’d show her how to express my glands, but she said no thanks, she didn’t want me squirting that stuff on her. I wouldn’t do that to Mom. He told Mom to make sure she brings me in when I first start scooting around.
So that was my special day today. It’s worn me out – how many times do you get to use your vet as target practice and you hit the bull’s eye? So if you want to play target practice with your vet, just start scooting in front of your mom or dad, and get them to take you to your vet to get your glands expressed!
Over and Out,