Yesterday, he put his big boy britches on and let the vet poke him in the rib cage with a needle to check on a cyst. Of course it took his favorite position: burying his head between my thighs. “I don’t wanna see momma!” Then, burying his pointy nose in a huge pile of treats in my hand under my legs while still hiding his head between my thighs. All the while, a vet tech on one side scratching his left rib cage while the vet made the poke in the right rib cage. Hiding his head, a pile of treats, and distraction scratching--plus a 100 mg tablet of Trazadone to calm his anxiety 2 hours before.
Poor Loki! Sometimes he’s just a pile of nerves. But he did it. And I couldn’t be more proud.
Results are just a fatty cyst. Not only is he gonna live but the the vet didn't try kill him after all!
"Thank dog and praise cheeses," said Loki.
Thank you to the great vets at The Whole Pet Vet and Wellness Center, who thought of combination of distractions.