I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. You can leave me out of this one, Lady Human. I am not going to the vet.
Me: No, it’s not your turn. Doodlebug is going and then Miss Sweetie will go tomorrow.
Miss Sweetie: I want to go today, too.
Me: Nope. I’m doing this trek alone and I can’t have you two playing footsie with each other in a Toyota Corolla. It’s a long trip and I don’t think my car can stay stable with 160 pounds of rolling bulldog in the backseat.
Doodlebug: I’ll go!
Me: Yes, I know you will.
Stella: Have fun!
Me: Okay, boy, jump on in.
Doodlebug: What will happen if I do?
Me: I will start the car and we will go to the vet’s office.
Doodlebug: You go first. It doesn’t look safe.
Me: Oh, Doodle, Okay, follow me in.
Doodlebug: Now what?
Me: You sit here while I get in the driver’s seat.
Doodlebug: I’ll do that driving thing.
Me: Mmmm, no, you won’t. Now, just settle down. We’re on our way.
Doodlebug: This is more boring than I thought it would be. Things are whizzing by. Wait. Why are we stopped? Are we there yet?
Me: Nope. There’s an accident up ahead.
Me: Hard for me to say. Something went wrong.
Doodlebug: How can that be? Humans know everything.
Doodlebug: The human in that tall rolling box is looking down at me and smiling. Am I that funny looking?
Me: No, he just enjoys seeing a good-looking bulldog while he’s stuck in a traffic jam.
Doodlebug: Do I look better in a traffic jam? Are we there yet?
Me: It’ll take a while, but we’re rolling again. And when we do get there, people may look funny to you. A bunch of them may be wearing masks. We will probably have to meet them in the parking lot. Don’t be scared.
Doodlebug: I won’t be afraid, Lady Human. Humans at vet offices always look weird. I’m used to it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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