Take me for a ride in your car.....

 VICKIE                                                                                                                            

KAITLYN

Take me for a ride in your car...

car?  

Did you say car?

I LOVE going for rides in the car!!!

I loved this song when PP&M used to sing it.

This is a fun rendition to listen to! 

The Lady who feeds us is getting our leashes....

Must you keep twirling?

She's getting the leashes,

She needs to see me, and know that I wants to go! 

Oh, goody, she's opening the door....

....and she just opened the door to the garage,

and the car....and she boosted me into the back seat! 

Whoo hoo!

Here we go! 

Bark, Bark,Bark! 

There's a person over there.

Where? Bark! If you are barking I better bark, too!

The lady who feeds us needs to be warned. 

Watch out! There's a truck! 

    Where? I don't see it!

I'm hopping to your side of the car!

No! This is my side. You are in my space!

Move! Lady, she's on my side of the car! 

Am not. There are no "sides"!

Wait...she's slowing down and parking!

We are here. We are somewhere!

Oh, goody! New places. New smells!

Wait! Stop! Go Back! 

Put me in the car, this place smells hurtful!

It was time for the girls to have their annual visit at the vets. They were actually very good.  They loved getting some loving from the gal at the reception desk....even if the place smelled "hurtful"! 

Kaitlyn went in the back first. She happily follows anyone, anywhere! 

Vickie stared at the door where Kaitlyn had disappeared.....

and looked to me, as if to say, "Aren't you going to go rescue her?!"

Who knows what happens to puppies in that back room! 

Kaitlyn returned safely, and then Vickie was led hauled off. 

While we waited, Kaitlyn gave me kisses to let me know everything would be OK!

Vickie was weighed, had blood drawn for a heart worm test, and was returned....

And then....

the doctor walked in!

Only Kaitlyn needed her annual inspection:

....and injection:

....and they were happily back in the car, ready to go home!

I made a detour to PetSmart on our way home, with the intent of letting them pick out a treat - Hah....who am I fooling?! They wanted everything edible...and even showed some interest in various stuffed animals. I selected two bones, and when we got home, they were quite OK with my choice! 

It was another hot, hot day with storms all around us. As the storms were roiling about, the wind picked up and it was tolerable outside. I picked a few buckets of weeds before a big whoosh brought a sheet of rain, and a peel of thunder, seemingly directly over my head. It was a quick torrent of rain, leaving almost as quickly as it came. 

Day was done! 

A Visit From the Vet

Hay....watcha got there? 

Uh... I don't like the looks of this.

She's got sharp, pointy, hurty things there.

I'm outta here!

Pippin's POV: Root Beer Float

Yesterday my Mrs. Owner was talking while she cleaned out my paddock and stall first thing in the morning. She mentioned something about a float, but I was too busy eating my hay to really pay attention to her. She mumbles a lot when she is cleaning up. Anyway, I have heard of floats. They sound really good. They sound better than my dry old hay. Ice cream sounds delicious and I bet the root beer would be tickle-y-itious!

So after breakfast she took me out and I hopped right into the big, noisy box. I was looking forward to the float and ha, ha, ha on Doc, he didn't get to come! We traveled up the bumpy road. We traveled down the turny road. We traveled on the fast road where you can hear all kinds of swishy noises. When we got to the float place I thought to myself, 'Uh, oh, something is really wrong here. There must be some kinda mistake.' Because when my Mrs. Owner helped me get out of the big, noisy box (I don't like backing up...I can't see where to put my feet so my Mrs. Owner has to help me go really slow and careful. She tries to tell me when to step down so I am not surprised), I looked around, expecting to see the float thing, but what I found instead, the thing that made my heart kinda go bong-bong-bong, was that I was at the house of the 'horse doctor guy who smells kinda scary'. I was really kinda mad at my Mrs. Owner because she tricked me. She told me I was going to get a float and I thought she meant ice cream. It turns out she said I was going to have my teeth floated....and believe me, that's not ice cream! It's not a piece of cake, either!

The 'horse doctor guy who smells kinda scary' put me in a a very strong cage. He gave me a shot. What happened after that is kinda fuzzy and swimmy. 

He forced my mouth open and made me rinse. 

 He forced my head up and my brain began to rattle. 

He worked a long time. 

Later my mouth felt like I had been eating hay on the sandy ground. Everything was gritty. 

But, that's not the worse thing. I am so humiliated by what he did next. The 'horse doctor guy who smells kinda scary' isn't a nice man. Do you know what he did? Oooo, this is so awful....he played with my, well, you know what I mean, uh, he played with my....my....wee, willy winky. I won't let anyone touch me there. I won't even let my Mrs. Owner touch me there. I'm very private about things like that. The 'horse doctor guy who smells kinda scary' said, oh, how embarrassing, that my wee, willy winky was kinda stinky. I blush just thinking about it and thinking about having a man fondle me like that. Thank Gawd my Mrs. Owner had to stand at my head to hold me. It would have been even worse to know that she was watching what that 'horse doctor guy who smells kinda scary' was doing.

This was not a good day. It turns out that Doc was the lucky one. When my Mrs. Owner brought me home I wouldn't even look at Doc. I walked into my stall and hung my head in the corner. I was mad and sad. I felt so...violated. This was a no good, very bad, awful, terrible day.