Vet and staff: Oh, no, another Shiba!
Tierce: Doo-de-doody-doo… hey, cheese!
Me: Yeah, the vet’s office is a WONDERFUL place, isn’t it?
Staff: He’s friendly?!
Vet: I don’t have to muzzle him?!
Tierce: I get to eat hamburger!
Me: What kind of Shibas have come in here before?
Vet and Staff: Neurotic fear-biters.
Vet: Okay, now I’m going to check him out.
Tierce: What are you doing?
Vet: Listening to your heart.
Tierce: Oh. Mmm… this is the expensive stuff from the top fridge shelf, isn’t it?
Me: Yes. Don’t tell Mischa; he’d flip.
Tierce: Don’t worry, I won’t. Yum.
Vet: Aaaaand… check your temperature…
Tierce: Hey! That’s a private area!
Vet: Okay, can we check your teeth?
Me: Okay, Tierce, we’re going to check your teeth!
Tierce: Do I get cheese?
Me: Absolutely; just show the nice doctor your pearly whites.
Vet: Looks really good, except for the hamburger stuck between them.
Tierce: I’m working on it, okay?
Vet: Time for a shot… can you hold him?
Tierce: What’s she doin-
Vet: Just a little pinch…
Tierce: What’s that?
Vet: Okay, he’s good to go. This really is the friendliest, best behaved Shiba I’ve ever seen.
Me: Me too. It’s the magic of animal food products.