Atticus has been sick, so that means a trip to our favorite vet. This week we made that trip. Mama and I went together, as her little Buddy was sick too. While at the vet’s office, a gentleman came in with his Chihuahua. Animals know when they are at the vet’s office, and this little guy had no choice but to be carried in. Unlike the big dogs that put on their brakes when they get to the door and their owners tug and often pull or drag their pet inside, he was carried inside. These same dogs drag their owner out of the door when they leave! This makes me glad that Atticus in a carrier, I would never get him through that door.
The receptionist asked who we had brought today. I told her it was Atticus. This gentleman commented that there was a girl that wrote about her Atticus in the paper. I felt Atticus shift in his carrier; he knew that he had been recognized. It was about time that someone recognizes that the famous Atticus was nearby! Why had he come to the vet’s office if no one would recognize him? The vet and his staff understand his importance, but it was high time that the other patients know that the famous Atticus was in the office today!
When it was his turn in the exam room, Atticus had no plans of coming out of his carrier. It is almost as little fun getting him in, as it is to get him out of the carrier. Generally, the carrier has to be held and I pull Atticus out. It is not fun.
Atticus does not handle sickness very well. The world is coming to an end when he is sick, and he needs me desperately! He is truly pitiful, and you have to feel sorry for him. He cries and whines something awful. His best buddy, Honey feels sorry for him too. She checks on him and frets over him. Truthfully, Atticus enjoys this attention, but he would enjoy it more if he felt good.
Atticus is resting in the big comfy chair at this moment. He is curled up next to the chair arm, so he has a place to rest his head. He is sleeping, and that means that he is quiet. Let’s hope that he gets better soon, I am exhausted.