Amber had been getting her annual vaccinations at a pet hospital on the other side of San Marcos, but this year we decided to move her vaccinations to Four Paws vet place just a few miles up the road from where we live. This veterinarian place has a good reputation so we put Amber into her travel case (she has just about outgrown the case, so it is a tight fit) and off we went. No screeching this time, perhaps she thought she was going to someplace pleasant.
She was comfortable all the time we sat in the waiting room, but as soon as we got her into the medical area, she took every opportunity to hiss and spit through the bars of the cage like a trapped tiger.
The vet came in to the room and we took the cover off the travel carrier, and, just like in the past, she stayed in the tray without moving, but taking every opportunity to hiss and spit. The vet, experienced in all this, determined she was doing this because she was afraid, and not viscious.
So, after several minutes to allow Amber to adjust to the new situation and the vet, who was looking at her directly eye to eye, he took her by the skin of her neck and lifted her out of the carrier tray and onto the table where, still holding the neck skin, injected the virus and rabies serum in the loose folds of her neck.
What then happened was interesting. He placed her on the table feet down and she very slowly walked to the tray of the pet carrier and stepped into it, almost like saying, okay, put the lid on and lets go home.
We did.
She was comfortable all the time we sat in the waiting room, but as soon as we got her into the medical area, she took every opportunity to hiss and spit through the bars of the cage like a trapped tiger.
The vet came in to the room and we took the cover off the travel carrier, and, just like in the past, she stayed in the tray without moving, but taking every opportunity to hiss and spit. The vet, experienced in all this, determined she was doing this because she was afraid, and not viscious.
So, after several minutes to allow Amber to adjust to the new situation and the vet, who was looking at her directly eye to eye, he took her by the skin of her neck and lifted her out of the carrier tray and onto the table where, still holding the neck skin, injected the virus and rabies serum in the loose folds of her neck.
What then happened was interesting. He placed her on the table feet down and she very slowly walked to the tray of the pet carrier and stepped into it, almost like saying, okay, put the lid on and lets go home.
We did.
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