True story:

The phone rang today just as I was rushing out the door.
“Where are you running off to?” my neighbor asked.
“I’m taking Tucker out to the farm vet”, I told her.
“Oh, are you having him put down?” she asked in all seriousness!

That’s how bad Tucker has been this week.
So bad in fact, that I swore I would never blog about him again.
He is not worthy!

The true reason for my visit was twofold.
For one, he has allergies and needed a shot.
The second…we needed to have a little chat with the Doc about his recent (mis)behavior.

In a perfect world, I’d have Caesar the Dog Whisperer stop by for a session.
But this ain’t L.A.
We’re in Kansas Toto.
And I’ve given up on the suburban vets.
They’re all over priced pill pushers.
I refuse to put the dog on an anti-depressant!

So I headed out to the country, Tucker in tow.
These old farm vets don’t screw around.
They tell it like it is and often times rely on tried and true home remedies instead of expensive drugs.
Such was the case today.

This is what you get for 54 bucks out in the country:
30 minutes of the good Doctor’s time. (Think Dog Shrink)
One steroid shot for Tuck’s allergies.
2 cans of green beans added to his daily diet.
And a Benadryl tablet twice a day.

Tucker and I made “nice” today in our therapy session with the Doc.
He’s had his green beans this evening and is sleeping like a baby.
For now at least…
He has a new lease on life.

But so help me God, if he ever crosses me again?
I’m sending him to the vet with my neighbor!