Life of Bobby & Sully- Vet Day Edition

Laurie Wahlstrom Hollar
Sep 2
2 min read

🐾 Bobby & Sully’s Pup Chronicles: The Day of the Vet

Bobby:

Dear diary (or whoever is reading this while chewing a shoe), today we survived… the vet. First of all, Sully and I walked in looking fabulous—black spots, white fur, wagging tails. The staff immediately said we looked like a scene from 101 Dalmatians. Excuse me? We’re clearly leading men. Disney should be calling any minute.

Sully:

Yeah, except the “leading men” entrance didn’t last long. Bobby decided to zig, I decided to zag, and our human turned into a tangled-up pretzel. Honestly, she should train harder. We’re professionals.

Bobby:

Anyway, highlight of the day? The scale. Sit = treat. Hop off = treat. Sit again = MORE treats. I was basically running a free snack subscription service. Why don’t we have one of those scales at home?!

Sully:

Lowlight of the day? The thermometer. Oh. My. Dog. Betrayal of the highest order. They snuck up on me! I thought I was safe because they were petting me. Next thing you know—BAM. Violation. Zero belly rubs could make up for that.

Bobby:

Ha! I told you to clench. Rookie mistake.

Sully:

Anyway, they announced our weights like it was some big reveal on The Biggest Loser: Puppy Edition. For the record:

• Bobby: 11 weeks old, 30.8 pounds.

• Sully: 12 weeks old, 31.2 pounds.

Bobby:

Which makes me the lean, athletic model of the family. You, Sully? Let’s just say you’re fat. 😂

Sully:

Excuse me, some of us carry our weight like royalty. Besides, I need to pack on some weight for when winter comes .

Bobby:

Fine, but next time we’re at the vet, I’m going straight to the scale. You can handle the thermometer.