Spencer at the vet

Took Spencer to the vet last week. He has had ear problems and we needed to get something to keep him from shaking his head all the time. Well- you might already guess that Spencer does not like anyone fooling with his ears. Or anything else for that matter. When we arrived I discovered that the regular woman vet was not available and we had to see a male vet. We were taken back to the small examining room and a young female vet-in-training came in to take vitals. She began by deciding to take his temperature. When she lifted his tale, Spencer knew something funny was going on. He is not the kind to appreciate someone invading his ass. I had to hold him to convince him there was only to be a brief invasion. That over, she left and the new male vet came in. Now Spencer dropped his tail and sat down. He glared at the vet as if to warn him not to even think of his ass. One invasion was enough. The vet, however, wanted to look elsewhere-in his ear. Now if there is one thing worse than putting something in Spencer's ass, it is putting something in his ear. The vet immediately sensed trouble when he said "ear"and I had to intervene and try to quiet Spencer. He decided then it might be better to try a muzzle first. Spencer does not like muzzles at all. The vet called in a nice young male assistant to help with the muzzle. This guy apparently saw some pitbull in Spencer and looked very nervous . Spencer sensed dog power. The vet apparently gleaned the need for reinforcements and decided that it would be better if they took Spencer in the back where they could do God only knows what to complete the exam. Spencer disappeared with the two men and the little girl and I went to the waiting room to wait. I was there for about two minutes when I heard a crash . A moment later Spencer came racing into the waiting room with the vet and his assistant running wide eyed behind him. Spencer almost leaped into the arms of a frightened lady sitting with her cat two chairs away from me as he rounded the corner for the door outside. I was able to grab him just before he made his exit. If he had made that door, he would be in South Carolina now. The vet looked startled, frightened, and embarrased- all at once. I almost felt sorry for him. Spencer just smiled at them both.. The girls behind the counter in the waithing room were in hysterics. The poor woman with the cat looked to be in a state of shock . I think her cat may have lost on of its lives during the excitement.
Well, we then all recouped our composure. I took Spencer back to the examining room and spoke kindly to him about behaving at the vets. With a couple of treats (bribes) we were able with my help to finish an exam of sorts and get some medicine in Spencer's ear . Now Spencer still lowers his tail when a girl is around, but -by God- he is not shaking his head .