How to Wrangle a Pup for a Vet Visit

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I tossed my handbag out of the way and dove for the pup. We had twenty minutes to lasso Spike, our three-month old lab rescue pup, and get him to his veterinarian appointment. The garage door was closed, so Princess Buttercup (PB) and I edged toward him with his collar and his leash.

It was a dirty job. Spike had spilled a half-gallon of PB’s bubbles on the garage floor, and he slid around on it with his big, webbed Labrador paws. I got down on my knees and slipped the collar around his neck, wrestling the pup the entire time. Standing up, I brushed bubbles, shedded doggy hair, and dirt from my knees. PB held Spike’s leash as I ran inside and washed pup slobber from my hands.

The first chore was done.

Princess Buttercup hung on to Spike as we backed out of the garage. To distract him for the car ride, PB had brought along a plastic “bone” that Spike and Snuggles usually argued over. For some reason, Spike suddenly had no interest in the toy. Instead he went for whatever piece of car he could fit into his mouth.

PB busied herself tossing stuff into the car’s hatch to get her toys away from Spike. I gave him an empty Happy Meal container, which kept him busy (and his teeth away from the car) until we got to the vet’s.

At the vet’s:

Getting a big pup onto vet scales is a feat. Spike now weighs about 30 pounds. He’s a big ball of cute puppy energy! He likes our vet, who he could hear from the other side of the door. Spike jumped on the door and tried to turn the door knob with his paws and his mouth. He just can’t quite figure out why the humans can open a door and he can’t!

When it was time to pay for the visit, I realized that I didn’t have my purse!! I drove all that way with no license and now had no way to pay.

Fortunately, the vet allowed us to pay later, and we made it home without being stopped for a random license check.

I found my purse high up on Lefty’s tool box. Yeah…weird!

Later that evening, Lefty asked, “Why is Snuggles’ food all wet?” It was just another casualty of spilled bubbles and taking a pup to the vet.

Purse on toolbox.

Purse on toolbox.

Toad the Wet Sprocket

Sprocket meets the write Steph.

Sprocket meets the write Steph.

I had just finished college in the early 90’s, and I did not know what to do with myself. I had been a Family Studies major, and I was too class-weary to go on to graduate school at the time.

Not to mention that I was broke.

So I moved back home to Jachin, in rural south Alabama.

Moving back home, to a rural community, after being so social at college was extremely hard. Extremely. If I wanted to go hang out with friends, I had to drive 2 hours back to Tuscaloosa or travel hours to see my buddies.

One of my good friends, Melanie, was living in Chattanooga and teaching school. She started listening to this cool, local alternative radio station. Boys and girls, before it was “grunge,” it was called “alternative music,” and Melanie got me into it by sending me tapes that she made for me.

[By the way, my friend is Melanie Dickerson, author of several books by Zondervan. Her new book, The Captive Maiden, comes out on October 22nd. http://www.melaniedickerson.com/books.html. I’m very proud of her! She comes from a small, rural town in south Alabama, too.]

One of the bands that Melanie recorded for me was “Toad the Wet Sprocket.”

So when Princess Buttercup suggested “Sprocket” as a name for our rescued pup, Lefty and I both liked it. “It’s like that band, you know, ‘Love & Sprockets,’” I told them.

Lefty meets Sprocket.

Lefty meets Sprocket.

Lefty said that he’d never heard of it before. And Lefty knows a lot of bands. I looked it up online.

Oh.

Toad the Wet Sprockets.

So that’s what we named this adorable waif of a pup.

Scared little pup hides his head on the way home to Alabama.

Scared little pup hides his head on the way home to Alabama.

Poor little guy. He was found abandoned somewhere in Tennessee or Kentucky and a lady called the shelter about him. He needed a loving, patient home. Snuggles needed a dog companion after losing her bestie, Samson.
Sprocket is very scared of people. But even after 2 days, he is much better because of Snuggles and TLC from our family.
Snuggles and Sprocket like to play.

Snuggles and Sprocket like to play.

We will always love and miss Samson. He will never be forgotten.
But now we can share the loving home that we have—with a little puppy who needs us. (More on Friday.)

Just wook at me now, ev'wybody!

Just wook at me now, ev’wybody!