LMAO!!!
Indeed...apparently the pheromones finally did the job with poor Pepe.
I enjoy remembering the times I had with one of my best friends, Zabiel. Zabiel was half wolf and German Shepherd. I had him since he was a chubby little pup. He was as white as snow, since his father was a white shepherd, and the brute was the size of a small pony - or so it seemed to me, anyway.
You must understand, Zabiel had spent his entire life outdoors. He was not the sort of canine one would bring into a house, for he was possessed of the sort of insatiable curiousity that would surely result in shredded furniture, raided pantries, and huge muddy pawprints on nice carpet. Besides, he had no manners at all, as you will see shortly.
When he was two years old, I took him to the vet for the first time. I was concerned about rabies, for a large coyote pack cavorted in the woods of the land adjacent to ours. The pack steered clear of our part of the property, but I didn't want to risk a chance of him contracting the disease in a late night scuffle with a mangy coyote. So I loaded him into my Jurassic van, and off we went to the vet's office. The trip itself was hilarious, but I won't into that here...
When we entered the vet's office, it was first time he had ever entered a building. He nearly dragged me across the tile floor as he sought to sniff everything in the lobby - the shaggy brute was the nosiest darn dog I have ever seen.
I managed to somehow make it to the receptionist's desk to check in. Of course, Zabiel had to jump up on the counter next to me...
The receptionist laughed as he sniffed at her behind the desk. I could go straight back, she told me, they were ready to give the shot. Thanks, said I, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I dragged Zabiel back to the vet's office. Along the way I had to scold him for trying to pull a coat from the rack in the hallway...
Well, the shot happened painlessly enough. He just sat there, panting, regarding me with those dark eyes of his. Zabiel was a friendly animal, and didn't have a mean bone in his body. The vet had an easy enough time. I was so relieved...
As I snapped his lead back on his collar to get out of Dodge, Zabiel walked over to the vet's desk, and calmly lifted his leg on it.
The vet and his assistant busted out laughing, and all I could think of was taking Tarzan back to the land ASAP, where he could chase rabbits and lift his leg to his heart's content all day long...
As we entered the lobby, however, another surprise awaited. A lady was sitting in one of the chairs, her little Yorkshire Terrier in her lap. I groaned inwardly...here it goes. Zabiel looks at every dog as a potential buddy, even though most are scared to death of him, since I imagine he smells like a wolf to them. Anyway, the Yorkie starting yapping it's little head off, making quite a racket. Her owner seemed to ignore that, and remarked at how beautiful Zabiel was...yeah, sure.
Zabiel whined and about pulled my arm out of socket as he tried to meet the lunatic little dog, now maniacally growing and barking.
All hell broke loose when a lady came down the hall with her lab mix. This one added to the canine chorus, only this dog's barks were much fuller and to the point. The receptionist was dying from laughter. I thought I could hear, above the din, other dogs joining in from different parts of the building. I had enough by now, so I dragged Romeo out of the door, and loaded back him back into my wheezing van. Home free at last!
Wouldn't you know, as I drove down the road he had the most pitiful look on his face. He always looked that way when he felt I was displeased. Awww...I couldn't stay mad at him.
