Truth be told, Hank loves going to the vet. Loves it. Why, Hank, why? Why do you love the vet when so many do not?
Biscuits, of course. Biscuits. Biscuits. Biscuits! All those delightful biscuits!
Here’s Hank’s old vet-visit schtick:
First, he checks in with one very popular Seattle fire hydrant…Hello, Mr. Kennedy!
He then heads through the front doors with a hearty BARK! and heads straight for the scale, where he confirms that he is a solid gold dog. Hank gives another BARK! for his first biscuit, then peruses the reading material…
which can sometimes be chilling.
Cap, meanwhile, flops down and reviews flea prevention materials. And occasionally does a little dance. Whee!
Sometimes, someone brings in a squirrel-ferret-possum-type creature—WHAAA?—or a yowling cat. This throws the boys off. But barring such weirdness, life’s good. Cap’s face will go back to normal.
Hank’s then called in to see the doctor, whereupon he finds himself in “The Wonderful World of Cats”.
Hank does not want to be in the Wonderful World of Cats. Not at all. But he does not waver. No. Hank’s mantra remains: Focus on drawer. Check pockets. Nose the drawer. Check pockets. Do not for the love of all that is holy look at those cats.
Hank’s kindly Herriot arrives, who fiddles around a bit and quickly reconfirms what a good-looking fellow Hank is. (And now, Cap.) Both get more biscuits. Magic!
This time around, Hank verifies something he has long suspected: He shares a vet with these characters:
But he will speak no more of it. (He does not know if he also shares a doctor with these two.)
Clean bills of health in paw, Hank and Cap head for the door and stop by the biscuit jar one last time while the minion pays up. It’s then a quick salute to Mr. Kennedy and off to the next treat.
Cap will have no idea of what just happened and Hank will be counting the days until his next fecal flotation.
Go dogs, go!