Trip to vet

We made a trip to the vet yesterday.  We went to get Duncan's and Jock's anal glands expressed.  Yeah, they hate the vet.  So I put Jock's collar on him, black with rhinestones, and his name tag proclaiming to the world that he was JOCK.  He marched out to the car.  Duncan marched with him sans collar and leash.  I don't need Duncan on a leash.  He doesn't get two inches from Jock.  I put them in the back seat.  Duncan as usual cowed down.  Not Jock.  His feet were on the arm rest and he was surveying the world.  It is just a short drive to this vet.  I see him when I don't have time to go to Don's, who is 20 miles from me.  So we drove to the vet with Jock surveying everything from his throne.  As soon as I pulled into the parking lot of the vet's office, Jock was on the floor trying to crawl under the seat. 

I got him out, holding his leash while I reached for Duncan.  Jock was fighting his leash and trying hard to pull out of it.  So I put him back in the car, took off the leash, dropped my bag on the floor and picked up one under each arm.  And in we marched.  Lynn took us to a room and the vet tech came in and took Jock to weigh him.  He had gained 3 pounds.  Time for a diet.  Duncan, in spite of picking up his eating to 1 cup a day, only weighed in at 5 pounds and he is still not as heavy as he should be.  His backbone still is visible.  So Lynn gets to the chore and Jock hates it.  He was looking at me like "Save me Mommy!"  When she finished, he shot into my arms.  Duncan has had so much happen to him.  He just submitted to whatever was going to happen to him.  He got a lot of loving afterwards.  And Lynn gave them treats.  I carried them to the car and Jock was fine on the way home.  I had to drive holding Duncan though. 

When we got home and I opened the car door, Jock was so ready to get out.  Of course, he had to inspect the front yard.  And Duncan was fine as soon as we got home.  And not two inches from Jock.