Poppy: My Dog Hates the Vet (But We Both Love Librela)

For the past five months, I've been on a monthly pilgrimage with Poppy, my 13-year-old Cocker Spaniel, to our local veterinary clinic. Age has taken its toll on her mobility. That's where Librela, a magical injection, comes in. A few days after her dose, she's practically leaping over fences (well, maybe not, but she's definitely more sprightly).

Along with the injection, she also gets a daily dose of Samylin for her kidneys, which has the added benefit of stopping her from leaving surprise puddles all over the house. It's a god send. 

But here's the thing: Poppy despises the vet. Like, with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. The second she sees the car turn onto the clinic carpark, her ears flatten, her tail disappears between her legs, and she emits a series of mournful groans that would make a walrus weep.

I swear, she can smell the place a mile away. And don't even get me started on the look she gives me when I haul her out of the car. It's a look that says, "You call yourself a friend? You subject me to this indignity? You monster!"

But hey, gotta do what you gotta do, right? And let me tell you, those Librela injections are worth every ounce of her dramatics. Seeing her bound around the house like a puppy again is pure joy. Plus, the veterinary staff are amazing. They know she's a drama queen, and they play along beautifully. They coo over her, give her treats, and talk to her in baby voices. It's enough to make her forget, for a fleeting moment, that she's there to get prodded and poked. 

And to all the other pet owners out there who have drama queens (or kings) of their own, I feel your pain. But hey, at least we have Librela (and Samylin, in my case). It's the little things, right?

As you can see in the photo, Poppy is currently in the throes of a full-blown sulk. Her expression says it all: "I am being deeply, terribly wronged. How dare you subject me to this indignity? Is there no justice in this world?"

Despite her dramatics, I can't help but chuckle. Her grumpy little face always cracks me up. It's like she's channeling her inner Winston Churchill, giving me a withering stare that says, "This island nation will never surrender to the tyranny of needles!"

So, I persevere, month after month, braving the stink eye and the melodrama. Because at the end of the day, it's all about keeping my little furball happy and healthy. And let's be honest, her grumpy expressions are hilarious content for my blog.

P.S. If you have any tips for making vet visits less traumatic for our furry friends, please share them in the comments! We could all use a little help in this department.

Cocker Spaniel


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