A Truly Madly Ordinary Trip To The Vet.

The scorching weather is still all over Ireland, and so even today we had our lunch on the beach and a nice good swim in the sea. This is the routine we are pampering urself since the school have finished. We try to be back home by 3.30/4, and I can write undisturbed until dinner time. Today we were late because I had errands to run after the beach. I had to collect some of Indie’s documents to give to her adoptive parents who are coming to take her on Saturday, and I had to stop by at my Swedish friend’s home to collect her fishes. When on holidays we mind each other fishes. Unfortunately, this summer we have nothing to be cared for as all our long line of aquatic houseguests have been suppressed by our late psychopathic bully fish who, ultimately, took his own life.

As usual, the little swimming guys came with a friendly and handy travel tank. Daughter number 1 and 2 are in the back seats wearing only their still wet swimming suit and a towel around their waist. They naturally fought over who has to hold the tank on the way home, and daughter number 1 wins ignoring that the tank is not leaking proof and if I drive over 40 km /h(a thing that I do) it splashes everywhere. The back road is bumpy and not entirely paved. Thankfully the journey is no longer than 7/10 minutes because a little bit longer, and the poor guys wouldn’t have had any water left.

Once home I wasted an hour fighting with the internet connection and with the gymnastics club website to pay for the first term of next season. Yes, you heard me: They want to be paid for something is not going to start until September within the 6th of July and in full!
Without me even realising it, it was already 5.30pm and like starving pirana the dogs were viciously going around my ankles reminding me that it was dinner time.
As the afternoon was nearly gone and soon it will be time to start making dinner for the girls there was no point to sit down at my desk, but I could optimise my time bringing Kurt to the vet.

When I called for him with the lead in my hand, he ran toward the door in total excitement. An excitement that vanished when he realised that it is only him going out. He knows that if he is brought out on his own and by somebody not wearing hunting gear and carrying a shotgun, it is not for something fun.

Our old vet was like family even for the non-canine side of the gang, in fact everytime we were at the surgery he would let me weight the girls on the dog’s scale: much simpler!
When we moved, and we had to pick a new vet, I won’t hide it has been more traumatic then picking the new GP. In the end, we follow the suggestion of our good neighbours. In the clinic, there are two vets. One older, that I love and who is genuinely compassionate; and a younger one that he is the one we most saw so far:dr M.He is an excellent doctor and very competent but not sympathetic.I frankly am not even sure he likes animals as pets. He is a very stylish man, but from what I heard through the grapevine, he is not Mr Congeniality. I must say there is certainly some truth in that but for some unknown reason with us he is always friendly and chatty. May be a reason can be found in the fact that every time we amuse him.I could start start with that time I was there just after spraining my ankle, and I asked him to have a look to see if it was broken so to avoid a trip to the hospital. A broken bone is a broken bone,weather is in a animal or a person right?. Then there was the time when I brought in Clara after we home treated an abscess on her paw, but we needed a prescription for some antibiotics. Not to mention the time when he noticed pellets on her ears, and I had to explain what happened and that the most of them I had removed them myself. Anyway, whatever the reason, he is always happy to see us, and he is very fond of Kurt and never wastes a chance to compliment me for the way he is kept, fit and slim.
Unfortunately, Kurt doesn’t reciprocate his fondness. To his eyes he is the man who always stacks a needle in his neck and, worst of all, he is the man who ordered his “castration”.According to Dr M, Kurt was over sexualized. I never heard of an oversexualized dog before, but I didn’t argue because he promised me that for sure he would have calmed down. Kurt was at the time still in his puppish jumpy phase when his hobby was chewing the couch and eating whatever he could reach, including multiple remote controls, my car seat belts and my husband inside car’s boot upholstery.On the day of the surgery, we had been welcomed by a German nurse with a solid accent who, while checking the information in the file, kept saying,”So Kurt,(in fairness to her she was the only one who got his name right), you are here to be castrated”.
“Castrated”?Spaded, neutered, fixed…whatever but that word said by her made me want to run away with my dog as fast and as far as possible.I, instead, only covered his big ears and whispered to him it was going to be ok.
“It will take at least three hours before he will be fully awake from the sedation and then we will have to monitor him for a while, so expect a call from us, not before 5″, that is what I was told at around 10.30am in the morning.
At around 2.30pm, they rang me:”Kurt is awake and wants his mommy”.I could hear him howling in the background. They couldn’t handle him any longer. Once home he jumped out of the car still with the huge Victorian collar around his neck and started running like a wild horse:”yep, he calmed down!!!”

Back to today, Dr M is on duty and Kurt had to put up with it. He is still a bit hyper-energetic, but he is also a real gentleman and behaved accordingly until the annual check and vaccination were finished.

When at the reception desk waiting to pay, two ladies with a cat each came in and still holding their cats’ carrier they started to pet Kurt. Wrong move as Kurt goes bananas when he sees cats. Soon it was the three of us pulling him back to avoid him to get to those fluffy creatures and have a feist.
The receptionist, who is an old lady who is everything but miss congeniality herself, looked at me disapprovingly and says,”Still not much of a well-mannered dog, is he?”,I blushed in shame remembering that time she “kindly” asked me to wait outside because Kurt was upsetting, if not terrorising, the other dogs in the waiting room.
Relieved that hopefully we don’t have to endure this for another year,I was ready to leave when the girls suddenly started to giggle and brought their hands up their nose.I look at them enquiringly and then …..the “scent” reached my nostrils.I immediately looked at Kurt still giving his back to the desk. He had just unleashed one of his most significant talent: a silent, deadly fart. I know I should feel embarrassed and may be sorry for the poor lady who will have to smell that for at least the next ten minutes, but I can’t stop laughing myself and, maybe, next time she will be nicer with poor handsome Kurt.



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  1. Hilarious, love it !

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  2. Hilarious. I’m still laughing. Never a dull day with your two and four legged children.

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  3. I’m taking Jake (my daughter’s dog who is staying with us while she is living overseas) to the vet this morning. He’s not too fussed about cats, and I fixed his deadly farts. I’ve cooked for our dogs for more than 20 years, and their farts are usually silent, and never violent. Let me know if you want the recipe.

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    • If it spares me from their violently deadly farts I might also pay for that recipe ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜Ž

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      • The recipe is completely free. I have two dogs, weighing 16โ€“18 kgs each. They get fed two handfuls of dry food morning and night. At night they also get 180โ€“200 grams soft food. The soft food I make is:
        2 kilos mince, broken up
        1 kilo carrots, chopped (don’t bother to peel)
        1 kilo potatoes, chopped (don’t bother to peel)
        1/2 bunch celery, chopped (I include the leaves)
        3 1/2 litres water (or a little less depending on how wet the mince is)
        Cook over mediumโ€“high heat for 1 hour, then add 500 grams barley and cook for another 30โ€“35 minutes. Stir every 10โ€“15 minutes.
        Voila. Let cool before storing in fridge or freezer. Freezes really, really well.

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      • I feed them dry food in the morning and evening too,treats out of meals are the problems๐Ÿ˜ฑ
        But Iโ€™m very impressed by ur cooking for them.I m not that ingenious not even with my kids๐Ÿ˜œ
        The fact that you can freeze it is brilliant.ill try that .thank youโค๏ธ

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  4. Ironic and funny!!
    Trudly Madly Lovely

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  5. A lovely story Ortensia, Aaaah that Kurt is a mischievous one, and I’m sure he knew what he was doing, his silent way of venting his disapproval. (sorry about the pun)

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  6. Good story!๐Ÿ˜Š About vets, it’s like some doctors, they do it for it’s status work. Both vets and doctors should feel sympathy and care about theirs work. Before it was a call because they wanted to help animals and humans.

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  7. Pets have their own subtle ways of getting their revenge!

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  8. You know there’s a saying- never work with kids and animals, quite glad you’re ignoring that ๐Ÿ˜€

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  9. Your posts are always a delight! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  10. Kurt and I have a lot in common! We can both clear a room ๐Ÿ˜‚

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  11. Kurt and my Esmeralda would get along beautifully. She is a room clearer, too. Thank goodness our vet makes house calls. Small animals are not on her friends list. Kurt can’t help his manners, he’s a free spirit! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ’—

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    • Lol,I m so relieved Iโ€™m not the only one to have a room clearer….itโ€™s so embarrassing when we have people over and everybody start looking at each other and pretend they smell nothing ๐Ÿคฃ
      P.s
      โ€œEsmeraldaโ€,what a beautiful nameโค๏ธ
      With Kurt we have opposite problem he lives small dogs and love playing with them just their owner,unless they know him,are usually terrified when he runs toward their dogs.His problem is when he is on the lead……then it looks like he wants to eat them all๐Ÿคฃ

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  12. I think Kurt and Walter are soulmates. Early in Walter’s adolescence, we took him to the vet and he was so happy to see the ladies behind the desk that he jumped up and nearly sent their printer flying! One of the ladies whom I particularly like just smiled at me and recommended a trainer. I didn’t know whether to cry or be ashamed or laugh! I, of course, decided on laughter and we did go to obedience class. I met her and her out of control poodle there and felt much better! Haha!

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  13. Canโ€™t stop laughing ๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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  14. Hi Ortensia,

    it is wonderful when weather is fine and you can spend some time on the beach.I never could have so much socialized my dog to be nice in the presence of cats, or in the presence of small dogs too ๐Ÿ™‚ I never castrated him,I did not want to.He is a black German Shepard

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    • I walk mine on the beach with a bunch of other dog dogs every morning so they are quite friendly,except with cats unfortunately.and now that we are fostering they even learned to share their territory that is good.german Shepard is one of my favorite dog.i grew up with one and I am determined to get one myself sooner or later๐Ÿ˜Šhave a nice day and thanks for stopping byโค๏ธ

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  15. XD Your dog Kurt sounds like a hilarious character! What a wonderful pet. The very best ones are charactered ๐Ÿ™‚

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  16. I’m still smiling while writing this to you. But so happy that I wasn’t there with you this once. Great read.

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  17. My Zoya and cats just don’t mix. And for some strange reason she doesn’t appreciate the trip to the vet either. Probably something to do with needles, as you say.
    Give Kurt a kiss from me!

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  18. I like Kurt. I need a Kurt of my own to go hiking with and when I fall down from exhaustion he can drag me to the nearest pub where we can rehydrate and amaze the locals with our ability to Fart out old country songs in two part harmony. Plus, maybe I could teach him to howl at the moon too. That would keep the neighborhood from becoming over populated. This was hilarious, Ortensia. You have a very interesting life. ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜Ž

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  19. According to Dr M, Kurt was over sexualized….is it any kind of chart or scheme to check โ€œthe sexual levelโ€ of the dog๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚…ah, I guess only Mr Vet knows ๐Ÿ™‚

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  20. After reading this, a paraphrased version of an old Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers song entered my mind, โ€œNow we have no balls at all for we are the Irish, we are the Irish doggies…โ€

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  21. What a pleasure to read this. You are too good at tickling my funny bone. Smiles all the way

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  22. Once again you have made me laugh with your story. My fellow patrons at the Huddle House restaurant are staring at me as I laugh out loud. Silent but deadly. Love it! Thanks for sharing.

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  23. Great ending! I didn’t smell that one coming. She had some karmic payback. Fun stories.

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  24. You got so much to write …is it because you do such interesting things on Summer of Irelandโ€™s or vice verse or both -Very nice.

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  25. What a great story to start my day off with! Still laughing!!

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  26. I love how you turn the ordinary, I to the most amazing story. It fills you with emotions. And this time, it was laughter.

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  27. o-m-goodness — that’s indeed an impressive doggie talent LOL

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  28. Lmao! I missed this post! How funny! Dog farts are awful, some more than others. Lol.

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