The Harper Girl had her annual physical yesterday. She goes to the Veterinary Clinics of America (VCA) office in Scottsdale. The support staff there is sweet, if a little scattered, but she likes her veterinarian; Dr. North, very much indeed.
Harper is not an overly demanding patient but can be a little skittish. Dr. North won her over on their first meeting in three important ways. First, Dr. North sits or kneels on the floor to do exams so Harper does not have to ride up and down on the scale that rises to become an examination table. That device is like something Dr. Phibes would use and Harper wants none of it.
Second, Dr. North has the technician take Harper’s temperature when we are brought to the examining room so THG does not associate Dr. North with having a thermometer shoved up her butt.
Lastly, and probably most importantly, the right pocket of Dr. North’s white coat is where she keeps the good treats. Harper has many wonderful qualities but, sad to admit, her loyalties can be had for the price of a piece of Pup-Peroni.
The good doctor pronounces Harper to be in fine fettle. She’s lost 2 lbs since her last visit so is now at her ideal weight. (Bitch!). She does not need to have her teeth cleaned this year and she passed her heart-worm test with flying colors. I told her pulling that all-nighter studying for it would pay off.
Harper is not sure about the new bordetella vaccine. In the past this was an injection. Needles are no fun. Now, instead of a needle in the butt they spray the vaccine into her nose. Better than a needle, to be sure, but still it is a bit of an indignity for a lady of Harper’s refinement.
Fecal Test results are still pending but, barring any surprises there, she needs not visit the VCA again until next October.