Every animal sooner or later needs to make a visit a vet, and mine or no different. Earlier this week Bo needed to go get his three-year rabies shot as mandated by Florida law. Getting Bo into the carrier was uneventful, as was the trip to the vet’s office. Once we got there Bo went into his fearful shock mode, where he hunkered down and refused to move. A little bit of drool also started to form at the corners of his mouth, and he kept giving me a wide-eyed unblinking stare. After he was weighed (13.3 lbs), the staff set up a hiding place for him to stay in. That’s that pink blanket over a simple wire frame you see above. When the vet came in to administer his shots, the vet moved the towel away, but Bo just continued to hunker down and didn’t make a peep when he got his shot. Then the vet put the cover back over Bo, and he stayed there until the vet tech put Bo back into his carrier, I paid the bill, and then drove Bo home.

Once Bo got back in the house I opened the door to the carrier and Bo took off like he’d been shot out of a cannon. For the next 30 minutes he wasn’t anywhere to be found, then all of a sudden he was back in my chair looking up at me like nothing had transpired.

Bo and his brother Luke will be nine years old in October. Even though vet trips are infrequent, you’d think after all these years Bo would understand and not be fearful, but I suppose Bo will always be fearful of trips away from home. I wish I could communicate with Bo he has nothing to be afraid of, but I can’t. So the next best thing is to be quiet and supportive during these infrequent trips.