Bunny here writing about the experience Morgan and I had at the vet's office Tuesday afternoon.
I know, you're all thinking a trip to the vet never leads to anything good. At first, we didn't know what was going on. We'd gone from being all excited that Dad came home early to get us to feeling like we'd been a little mislead. Then we saw Mom there, too! She came over to the van to get me. It turns out she came to meet us there at the vet's office.
We went in and had to wait for a few minutes. Looking down that hallway was a little nerve-wracking. I know that the elevator table of death is back there.
Sure enough, soon they called us back there and we both had to get up on the elevator table of death. Dad told them not to make it go up in the air with me and it would be fine, so they didn't. Morgan rode up higher than I did.
It seemed like we both barely had to stand on that table and they were taking us off there. I felt a tiny touch on my neck and it was over. Morgan and I both got microchipped, so now we always have our licenses with us if we'd get separated from our pack and need to get back. So, now I'm a Greyhound with a Facebook account, a blog and a microchip. I'm one high tech puppy!
Afterwards, Mom and Dad took us to My Dog's Bakery. One of the German Shepherds named Mirage was in there. She's only a month older than Morgan. I think Morgan would really have liked to have been able to play with her. They even took our pictures to put up on their Facebook wall. I guess we're local celebrities or something!
It gets even better! After we picked out our treats at the dog bakery and Mom found me a very snazzy
leather collar with a rhinestone buckle at their sidewalk sale, we went to Culver's and got to share Mom's fried cheese curds. It was really a very nice day!
I highly endorse getting microchipped. It's was great fun for me, and it could lead you back home if you should ever lose track of your people. Not that I ever let them out of my sight, but just in case! We hope we'll never need to use it, but we'd rather have them and not need them than need them and not have them. If anybody is worried about it hurting, neither Morgan or I ever even flinched. It was a teeny, tiny little thing and they put it right in my back. I guess this means Mom and Dad are keeping us and can't get rid of us now!
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