Two California transplants, one Wheaten Terrier and their sort-of new life in London

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Riley's Immigration Status - Update

Yesterday Riley went to the vet so she can stay in the country. She had to get a rabies shot and some other vaccine. Is it bad I have no idea what else they shot into my dog? They said she needed it so I said ok. For all I know it was a tetanus shot. She was sooo nervous, and basically a huge embarrassment to me. I made her wait outside on the street until we were called so she wouldn't whine and jump on the waiting room furniture. While waiting outside some Westie owner leaving the vet asked if she was a Labradoodle. Um, no, she most certainly isn't. He based his assumption on her haircut, saying "oh, it's a wheaten with a REALLY short trim." Has he never seen a Wheaten with a summer cut? I mean come on dude. I'm telling you, I am getting a doggie shirt made that says "I am a Wheaten Terrier." Once in the exam room it took about 5 minutes to get her to stand still on the floor scale. I have no idea if she thought the scale would perform some weird procedure on her or bite her, but whatever it was she wasn't having it. Then when it came time to give her the 2 shots she took them like a champ. Being weighed? Riley doesn't do that. Two shots? Bring 'em sucker. When we finally got home after the oh so traumatic experience this is what I was confronted with:

Yeah, that's a talk to the back if I've ever seen one. You can probably tell she's not looking at anything. She's just sitting there, staring at the fireplace and giving me attitude.

So now that Riley has her rabies shot she can in theory travel. But really she can't because I didn't know to bring her passport with me to the vet. More importantly, I have no idea where her passport even is. Oops. So she can't leave the UK. I don't think she has any plans to, but for all I know she and her dog walker escape to the French countryside when Dave and I are out of town. Maybe she starts responding to "assie, reste, ici and laisse." Maybe Riley is multi-lingual! Or perhaps they go to Wales, where she answers to "trig, eistedd, dyfod or cyrchu." Luckily she can freely go to Wales, as it is part of the UK, so I won't have to worry about her getting to and fro in that case, or being detained for having an expired passport.

In case you were worried, Riley didn't stay angry for long. She got over her vet trauma once I gave her about 37 treats. That usually does the trick.

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