So, hubs took the dog to the vet today for some shots (vaccinations) he needed, and also to have the vet look at a lump on his head. (Our vet recently moved to a different veterinary practice a distance away, so when hubs took Jack into the new office location, Jack was all befuddled. Jack doesn't like change . . . any change
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He kept trying to leap up on his hind legs, to grab on to the reception counter with his front paws. Then, he stood back down on the floor, and looked confused. Hubs was trying to figure out what in heck was going on with him. Then, he remembered . . .
At the previous vet's office, they had a jar of treats on the counter, and one time, Jack jumped up, knocked over the canister, and the treats fell all over the floor. Jack devoured the flying treats and was quite proud of his accomplishment. Each time Jack went there, he'd immediately head for the treats jar.
So the new vet's office did not have a treats jar; and Jack stared at hubs as if to say, why did you take me to this second rate dive?
(Oh, the lump on his head was just a benign, fatty cyst.)