Mom is happy that I don't know what the word "Vet" means since we usually only have to go 2 or 3 times a year. But as soon as we walk into the exam room, I know what's coming. Not cool. Do I
reeeaally need to get poked and pricked and held down agaist my will? Mom says it's to make sure nothing is wrong with me. But I told her I feel fine!
So I try to hide under the table when the Doctor comes in. But that doesn't work. I do have to admit though. My mom and my doctor are the only ones that I let open my mouth and play around with my teeth. I'm also much more calm and less squirmy every time I have to come back. Even though he does stick me and steal my blood. And plays around in my ears, which I HATE. And give me shots... but lets face it, I don't even feel those since I have all of this nice extra skin thanks to my Shar Pei side. So, before long, it's time to go. At least, that's what I tell mom.
What? It
IS time to go home?!
We've been silent, but busy! Mom takes me to the state park fairly often now that it's gotten warmer. Nothing beats Indiana State Parks. They're my favorite places to take walks. So many trees, so many critters to smell, and the view is always pretty. 
For the third year in a row, we participated in Mutt Strut at the Indianapolis Speedway, benefitting the Indy Humane Society! This year, it was perfect weather - cool and a bit overcast.. but no rain when we actually got on the track!
I scored a cheeseburger AND ice cream for my Birthday! We were stopped for a minute so mom got some shots of me eating before I inhaled my ice cream. The cone is my favorite part.
As you can see, I was a bit skinny, when Mom first took me home. I was a stray, wandering the streets, so I hadn't been eating much. And I didn't eat much at the shelter either. Living in a metal cage didn't agree with me.
Now, I'm healthy and happy, spoiled pup - who takes many fun adventures with my Mom by my side. 
So I try to hide under the table when the Doctor comes in. But that doesn't work. I do have to admit though. My mom and my doctor are the only ones that I let open my mouth and play around with my teeth. I'm also much more calm and less squirmy every time I have to come back. Even though he does stick me and steal my blood. And plays around in my ears, which I HATE. And give me shots... but lets face it, I don't even feel those since I have all of this nice extra skin thanks to my Shar Pei side. So, before long, it's time to go. At least, that's what I tell mom.
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