Lilie The #Westie And Logan The #Cavapoo's Socially Distanced Vet Trip - #Pets #Dogs #Covid19 #Coronavirus

Hi everyone.  This is Lilie the Westie. 
A couple of weeks ago, me and my Cavapoo brother, Logan, got to go to the vet place.  We were meant to go on June 23rd, but the vet called and asked if we could come on June 26th instead, and Mummy said that was fine.  So our vet trip was on Friday June 26th 2020.
 
Mummy and Daddy both came with us, because Logan doesn't like to go places without Mummy, and Mummy has trouble managing both me and Logan with that stick thing she has to use.  This "trouble" naturally has nothing at all to do with the fact I love the ball on the end of it and keep trying to play with it while Mummy is trying to use it.  Nope.  I don't know what she's talking about, because it's nothing at all to do with that, and I certainly wouldn't do a thing like that anyhow.  Nope.  Not me. *innocent doggy look*
 
Anyway, they said right now - because of that Avirus thing - they're usually asking for just one human to come with the animals, but were willing to let both Mummy and Daddy come because of how Mummy has broken eyes.  We all thought that was very nice of them.
 
So, we had a ride in one of those taxi things, because it's a bit too far for Mummy to walk.  Probably Logan too, because he gets tired real quickly.  Me and Daddy could have done the walk if we were going on our own, but we weren't.  Never mind.  Even though I love walkies, I also love rides in the taxi things, so it's OK. 
Usually when we get to the vet we go right in, and then we have to sit on the chairs while we wait for our turn.  But because of something called, "Social distancing," the vet asked Mummy and Daddy if they'd wait outside.  I don't know what that actually means, but Mummy and Daddy say it has something to do with that Avirus thing again.  A lot of strange things have been happening this year because of Avirus. Anyway, whatever social distancing means, the vets left us outside and wouldn't let us go in.  I was really confused.  It wasn't because both Mummy and Daddy came either, because we saw them doing the same thing with the person who was just finishing up when we got there, and the one who arrived while we were waiting for our taxi to go back home.
 
At least it was between thunder storms, so none of us minded staying out there too much.  Except for how I was confused, like I said.  Besides, with how hot it was that day - in fact, that week - it was actually nice to be out there with the breeze, instead of inside where the wind wasn't allowed. I was starting to wonder what the point of going was if we were just going to stand outside.  But then the vet came and asked which one of me and Logan wanted to be first.  I did really, but Logan started bouncing like an idiot, so the vet took him first instead.  Mummy and Daddy told me I'd get a turn, and I was worried I wouldn't, but then Logan came back out, and the vet took me inside.  So I guess Mummy and Daddy knew what they were talking about. 
The vet poked and prodded me, and stuck a sharp thing in my neck.  He also weighed me.  I was a good girl and let him do it all while wagging my tail.  Mostly I was just enjoying the attention.  Apparently Logan was good too, apart from how he took a lot of persuading to go with the vet after he noticed Mummy wasn't following.  Serve him right for insisting on being first.  He'd have known that was coming if he let me go first like I wanted to.
 
Me and Logan are both a bit heavier than we're meant to be.  I weigh 10.6 kilos, and Logan weighs 16.6 kilos.  About 0.3 kilos of that is probably where we need haircuts - or did when we went, since we've since had a grooming appointment - but that still makes us a little heavier than we should be.  The vet was nice about it because of how we've been locked down, and keeping Mummy home as much as possible because of Avirus has meant less walkies, but says Logan especially needs to watch the treats.
 
Logan says he does watch them.  He pointed out he watches them very closely so he can grab any that come close enough to eat.  But I told him I'm pretty sure that's not what the vet means. 
Anyway, while we were there, we picked up the packages with the funny tasting treat we sometimes get because of worms - I'm three, and that still doesn't make sense to me - and the wet stuff they put on our neck because of fleas.  The vet gave us enough of those for three months. 
Even though he's now well and truely over a year old, Logan still isn't getting his neuter, because it's not essential for it to be rushed, and the vets are still not doing things that can wait until Avirus is over.  Mummy says she's half glad because she hates when we have to have surgery for any reason, and half disappointed because she agrees it's always a good idea to spay and neuter your pets.  Well, at least I got my spay when I was a puppy, so there won't be any accidents at home, and Logan's always on a lead when we go walkies. 
So, that was what Mummy calls our socially distanced vet trip.  I'll tell you about the groomer another day. 
Lots of licks,Lilie