The original vet I used to take the dogs to was never a pleasant experience. None of my dogs enjoyed going there. One of the reasons was the metal table in the exam rooms. For exams, the vet would put the dog up on the table. For bigger dogs, they could lower this table and then raise the table with the dog on it. And even though I could easily pick my dogs up to put on the table, the vet always insisted on lowering the table for my dogs.
One of Bear’s first encounters with this moving table did not go well. He freaked out. It resulted in him expressing his anal glands. Messy, but I really couldn’t blame him for being scared. He’s pretty low key, very relaxed but scares easily, especially when I first got him. But when he is scared, he just wants to run and hide from the world. So, I understand why he would be terrified of the moving table in a strange place with strange people around. Poor Bear.
A year or two after that, we were at the vet for his annual checkup. After the vet assistant escorted us into the exam room, she asked, “Does Bear need a muzzle?”
What in the world? Bear? Imagine the least aggressive dog possible – I will bet money Bear is less aggressive than whatever dog you are imaging.
“Uh – no.” I replied, completely stunned by the question.
When I was checking out, I spotted his chart. At the very top in large letters was the following:
It was even highlighted, to bring attention to it.
I thought back to the day he was scared of the table. Apparently, due to that incident he was forever labeled as a dog requiring caution around.
I just shook my head, knowing if they really knew my dog, they would know how absurd that label was.
Today was Bear’s annual checkup at his new vet. It reminded my why I’m so thankful he no longer goes to the vet that thinks he needs a muzzle.