I brought Tar to the vet today for his yearly checkup. Tar, for those who don't know, is my extremely hyper, very vocal black Lab. Brown and Grey actually seem lifeless compared to Tar because he's constantly on-the-go, and they're older, wiser, and appreciate naps and air condition more than he does. lol
Anyway, bringing Tar anywhere is an ordeal. Brown and Grey can hop into the car, go anywhere in public, and are so well-behaved. Tar, meanwhile, is a screaming idiot. Everytime he goes into the car, even if this would occur 100 times a week, he has to poop. Even if he poops before, he still has to poop once we're on the road. This leads to much loud whining, and eventually, I have to stop somewhere so he can poop. Then, once he poops, he hops back happily into the car only to bark the rest of the time. Why? Because he can. He does stop when I turn on the radio, though. Go figure.
So once we get to the vet, the ding-dong is practically spinning in circles out of excitement. We had to weigh him three times because he has no ability to concentrate on anything for more that 3 seconds. And naturally, he was loud enough for us to be put into a room long before our appointment. At this point, my face was red with embarrassment. Amazingly, he was very well-behaved during the exam. I think it's because someone is touching him the entire time, and he loves that. So after all of that is done, he spent the next 25 minutes barking all the way home. Why? Because he had to poop AGAIN, but at least I figured out who ate the paper towel after that.
Now that the day is over, I'm looking over at the lunatic, and he's snoring in the recliner. I guess he'll grow out of that puppy stage one day. Afterall, he's only been in it for 3 years 