My youngest son Cole (he will be 2 in November) is obsessed with dogs.  I think it was his first word (besides no, of course).  He loves dogs and to tell you what they say.  “A dog, Woof….”.  We have what we call an “American brown dog”.  We got her at the Humane Society in August on 2001.  She was a little tiny lost puppy that they had named Peanut.  She is now 70 pounds and full of love.  She has an on and off limp in her front right leg.  Our vet recommended we take her to a specialist. I had to drag both boys to Georgia Veterinary Specialists and I was surprised to walk into what felt to me, like a hospital for people.  

 We were there for an hour in a little exam room waiting.  Cole kept opening the door so that he could see all the dogs in the lobby.  He was very excited.  He opened the door to the room next to us and barged right in on two doctors and a woman in a very quiet meeting.  I apologized, thinking he had interrupted an office meeting of some sort.  I then read the sign on the door which said “This room is reserved for us to talk to our patients owners about difficult situations.  Please respect our privacy and need for quiet”.  Whoops!  A toddler obsessed with dogs with no entertainment for an hour next door to that particular room – not a good mix. 

The office manager then gave the boys some crayons and coloring books.  Ford (my 5 year old) sat quietly and colored.  The doctor came in with Peanut to explain her situation to us (everything is fine by the way, she has some sort of tendonitis) while Cole colored the windows and walls.  Not a fun trip to the vet for me.

It was however, somewhat comical, and we were relieved to know Peanut is going to be fine.  Our american brown dog has brought us lots of joy, particularly since Cole has been born, he just loves her.