vet

Yesterday, Maggie had to go to the vet for her final set of boosters.

I informed Luke that Maggie needed to go get her shots, and he immediately scooped up Maggie and told me no.

blurry...argh!

I told him that it would not be until later that day, so he promptly put Maggie down and went about doing whatever he was doing at the time.  I believe it was hammering one of his old toys into millions of pieces, in order to "fix it."

Later, in the afternoon, I told Luke to go get Maggie, so we could go to the vet.  Luke disappeared, and so did the dog.

After a few minutes of searching, I found them both, hiding in my closet, behind my hanging shirts.  Luke was telling Maggie all about how terrible the vet would be.

After much persuasion and some tears, we finally made our way to the vet.

It was a wonderland to Luke and Molly.  They completely forgot about Maggie, and went about exploring.  The favorite thing seemed to be the giant scale for dogs.

As you can see in the picture, Molly also grabbed a bunch of bottles of dog vitamins, and carried them around the whole time we were there.

When all was said and done, and Maggie had her shots, I began shuttling my little humans and dog back out to the car.

I got Molly and Maggie in the car, and then I went back for Luke, who was shoveling snow into his mouth as quickly as he could, from a snow pile near by.

This snow pile to be exact.

Notice anything???  Like maybe that huge yellow spot in the snow pile, right outside the door of a vets office.

Um yea, I noticed it too.

Rock on.

poor pooch

Maggie has definitely had baptism by fire joining a family of 5 children that love her...a lot.

Luke and Molly especially "love her" and I seriously panic when I see the ways they carry her around and put her in things, on things, and under things.

Thankfully, Maggie seems to be fine with most of it.  I think she is just happy to be held and played with.  She is a good sport.

Yesterday, Molly had yogurt all over her hands and face.  She was looking for a towel when Maggie walked by.  Molly seized the opportunity and wiped her hands and face all over the poor pooch!  Maggie just licked herself for a while, and went on her way, a sticky, gooey mess.

About an hour later, Maggie came running out of the bathroom with toothpaste all over her face, head and feet.

Molly and Luke came tearing after her, toothbrushes and toothpaste in hand, demanding that Maggie stop and get her teeth brushed.

Poor pooch.

Soon after that, Molly decided to pet Maggie while holding a sucker.

The sucker got very stuck in the fur of Maggie's neck, and Molly continued to roll it around Maggie while trying to get it off of her.

I ended up having to use scissors to get the sucker out, and I locked Maggie in our room for a nice long break from the chaos.  Maggie had no complaints.

She had a nice long bath this morning, where it took me over 10 minutes of scrubbing like crazy to get everything off of her.

Welcome to the family Maggie.  Poor pooch.