The other day Harley had to go to the vet to get the last of his puppy shots and his heartworm medicine. Normally I try to avoid going on a day when I also have the Little Man because Harley is so strong and pulls me everywhere without having to worry about balancing myself and the Little Man. However, on this day the Little Man was with me. So, I tried to plan exactly what I would do and how it would all go down. Go down it went . . .
First I loaded everyone up in the car. The Little Man in the back in his car seat and Harley on his "car blanket" in the front seat so that he would not bug the Little Man. I figured I would put the Little Man in his stroller and Harley would be on his leash but who to get out of the car first?? Well, Harley made that choice easy for me - he pretty much jumped out when I got out. Thankfully I had put his leash on him because he immediately took off trying to drag me everywhere. It was quite the time trying to hold on to him and, at the same time, open the trunk, get the stroller out, open the stroller, try and get the Little Man out of his car seat, put the Little Man in the stroller all without getting dragged away by Harley. Mission #1 accomplished.
Now to get into the office. I forgot that there were 2 steps up into the doctor's office. Yeah . . . thankfully some stranger man who had just dropped off his cat was coming out the door as I was trying to keep Harley reigned in and get the stroller up 2 stairs (oh and yeah, I am 15 weeks pregnant with a high-risk pregnancy - nice thinking Lisa). The stranger man asked could he help me and which should he take the dog or the kid? I said the dog. So in Harley went with the stranger man (he obviously has not learned to not "talk" to strangers yet) who handed Harley off to the vet doctor. All of this while I continue to struggle getting the stroller up the stairs. So stranger man comes back out and helps me up the stairs with the stroller (I was way past not talking to strangers!). Mission #2 accomplished.
So anyway, it was nice to have the Little Man confined to his stroller since Harley, as usual, is wild in the vet's office. He weighs 45 pounds at 4 1/2 months! He has lost 6 teeth (I have 2 more but will refrain from posting pictures of them for those of you who thought the first 2 teeth pictures were "gross.") We also had to discuss when Harley is eligible to "be taken care of" if you know what I mean. He can go in April. No April's Fool joke there. Snip snip.
Now we have to get out of the place. Out goes Harley dragging the vet assistant out the door with the vet doctor helping me out the door with the stroller. Apologies, apologies Mrs. Vet Doctor. Never ever will I bring the kid with me and Harley's Daddy will be bringing him to the vet from now on!