Obie here.  Today, we went to visit the doctor.  The Wiz kinda tricked us, because we thought we were just going to PetSmart (the doc's office is inside PetSmart).   Anyhow, me and Zora went to get our comprehensive exams (basically, a lot of poking and prodding to make sure The Wiz was keeping us healthy), and Zig had to have a bunch of tests done because The Wiz was afraid he might have diabetes or something.  I tell you, that Zig can really pee a lot!  And he sometimes does it in the house!  (Actually, he's been doing it a lot in the house of late.)  Me and Zora just kinda look at him like, "whoooo . . . you're gonna be in trouble," but The Wiz kinda takes it in stride.  I think she knows something isn't quite right.   So, anyhow, we get to PetSmart and The Wiz is getting us ready to get out of the car, when this vet tech lady comes running up to offer assistance.  It was a really bad idea on her part, because Zora doesn't like for ANYONE to approach the car -- especially if they're moving too fast.  Well, Zora must've thought that woman was gonna try to hurt The Wiz, because she tried to bite her.  Of course, this got me going 'cause we're kinda like The Three Musketeers . . . you know:  all for one and one for all?  So, as The Wiz is getting Zig out of the back seat, I became "bat dog" and jumped out of the front window so I could lend Zora a hand in fending off this stranger.  I ran a couple of circles around that woman barking, but then I got distracted and made a bee-line to the front door of PetSmart.  (There was another stranger on the inside of the door and she lassoed me as soon as I came in -- darnit.)   I must've barked the whole time.  The Wiz always tries to make out visits to the vet a pleasant experience.  I can tell you that this visit was not pleasant at all.  Nosiree!  People don't seem to understand that The Wiz is used to handling the three of us without assistance.  I think she asked the vet to put a note in the file to make sure no one tries to come out and "help" us in the future.  I had fun, but I think The Wiz was really frustrated.

Anyhow, our poking and prodding wasn't too bad, but I feel for Baby Huey (oh -- that's what I call Zig, BTW).  He had to have all kinds of tests done:  blood glucose, CBC, internal organ function screen and urinalysis.  The good news is that the vet couldn't find anything wrong.  For some reason, though, The Wiz was really cranky after we left.  It had something to do with the way Baby Huey's tests were conducted.  (The vet performed his urinalysis on pee off the floor).  So I don't think she's convinced that Baby Huey is as okay as the vet says.  I really feel for Baby Huey.  Now he's gonna have to have a bunch of more tests done to make sure he's okay.  I think The Wiz is gonna take him to a specialist to make sure he doesn't have something called "diabetes insipidus."  I hope not.  He can get on my nerves sometimes, but I really like roughhousing with him.   I think she was also a little annoyed that Zora's Gentle Leader was broken when she picked us up.  That meant that Zora was a LOT harder to handle.   In fact, on the way to the car, some idiot makes the mistake of running up to have a look at us; needless to say, Zora went into protection mode and scared him off.  The Wiz didn't like that one bit.  She ignored us all the way home.  Glad it wasn't me this time.  Usually, I'm the instigator.  Zora was probably just bitchy (no pun intended) because she had to get a rabies booster.   She was nice to the doctor, though.  The Wiz says I have to stop getting the other two aggravated.  I can't help it that I like to bark, and I certainly can't help it that they like to protect me.  But The Wiz says I've gotta learn to cool my jets.  Hey, I'm just talking to everyone -- I don't mean any harm.  Well, that's all I have to say for now.