Checking Up


My human said we were going to a check-up and not to worry.

Why would I worry?  I check up all the time.

Just the other day, I was in the middle of cleaning the inner part of my back leg when I felt the urge to check up.  I stayed that way so long that he started glancing to the ceiling and asking me what I was looking at.

I wasn’t looking at anything.  I was just checking up.

You can imagine my shock when he bundled me into a moving box and put me in a bigger, louder, moving box.  The last time this happened was when I met my human and went to live with him. Why would he put me in here again?

After my initial cries for help had no effect, I sat there very quietly and awaited my fate.

He took me to a strange room and lifted me out.

I found myself on a white platform where a stranger started prodding me and looking at my teeth and putting cold things on my chest. I tried to get away but my human kept patting my head and speaking to me softly and telling me everything was okay.

Everything was NOT okay.

The other human looked pleased and told us that I was presenting very well and that I was very healthy.


I could have told him that if he’d asked me.

We went home after that.  My human told me I was very good and very brave and I did so well.  He tried to make it up to me with dinner and lots of cuddles.

I know one thing for sure.  I am NEVER going back into that little box again.

Nothing good ever comes of it.

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