I've been very fortunate in that all my dogs and horses have always loved their vets. Afraid I cannot say the same about my cats. But I do think Leaf really is the I Love My Vet champion of champions. We had to take her for her annual injections last night, but before taking her in I needed to speak to my vets about Zeus (didn't want Leaf to see me cry, his ashes were there don't handle that too well), so I left her in the car for a very short time. She wasn't alone, my partner was there, and anyway she's good if left alone in the car for a short time. I know she loves the vets but.....I sure wasn't expecting her reaction when I got her out of the car. We had parked at the back of the vets, and on getting Leafy out of the car, which she did with dignity, she must have realized "Hey I'm gonna See Aunty Kyle and all my lovely friends" because she too off big time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She literally ran flat out, with me hanging on grimly being dragged at warp speed round the corner (almost collided with the side of the building) up the ramp and once there she proceeded to bounce from one paw to another in excitement whilst I attempted to open the door. As we'd come up the ramp on the side of the glass door which opens towards me, this was a tad tricky and we already had an audience, the nurses were in stitches watching Leaf 'dance' outside. I did finally manage to open the door a crack whereupon Ms. Leaf FLEW into the vets - no way I could hold her I had become a seriously endangered species, well my arm was, along with my face! Glass doors arms and faces all squashed up - not a good thing at all. Not content with making the "Grand Entrance" Leaf did two very fast zoomies around the reception area and then plonked her furry butt firmly in front of Felicity and Elizabeth (who by this time had come from behind the reception desk doubled up with laughter) and gave them the "I'm such a very good girly, please may I have a treat (or two or three)" "I just LOVE you all so much". Needless to say she got her treats, many treats, from the "Treats For Good Dogs" bowl on the counter. Kyle, our Vet, missed Leaf's entrance but she too was given the same "Pretty Please, I WUV You May I have a treat" treatment when she appeared and of course Leaf got even more treats. Have to say she was an excellent little girl in the consulting room. I barely needed to hold her, even when Kyle got very personal with her rear end, she just stood there with a slight pained expression "Really what a Diva has to put up with to stay in top form" look on her face. And yes, even more treats. Now, the girls were stock taking and had boxes of all manner of yummy goodies on the floor - behind the reception counter I may add! And, I cannot be too sure about this, Ms. Leaf may have done a little bit of shop lifting because while I was talking to the girls, Elizabeth suddenly started making gestures for me to look down. Oh I should add here, Ms. Leaf is such a favorite she's allowed to go behind the counter, a privileged granted to only the best behaved dogs. Depending on who or what is happening she has a pretty 'free reign' at her vets - they trust her - maybe misplaced this time? On looking down I was horrified to see that Ms. Leaf was very quietly lying down and daintily chewing on the biggest Pig's Ear I've ever seen. As I said, whether she um 'mis appropriated it' or was given it I've yet to discover because all the girls would say where comments such as "We didn't want that one anyway" "One less to count" etc. etc. between gales of laughter. After her Grand Entrance, to think I may own a shop lifter was a little disconcerting but it would appear that Leaf was not at all embarrassed, she very politely cleaned up every single morsel of the pig's ear and when I said we'd better go, politely waved to everyone, including a cat who'd just come into the reception area and made a rather more dignified exit than she did entrance. Only looking back with longing as we walked - not ran - out of the vets, around the corner and into the car. As I said, all my animals (excepting my cats) seem to love their vets, but I've NEVER had one run to get inside or do zoomies of sheer joy in the reception area. And I've never had a suspected thief either - though the jury is out on that one!