Not Daisy Duke. Not on the day she went to the vet.
Our sassy bloodhound spent the morning downtown at Robinson Animal Hospital, where she was to have some shots and a general exam. Apparently the shots and exam went well.
Then this happened â¦
When her appointment was finished and she was waiting to be picked up, I received a text. It was a message you never want to get from your vet.
âDaisy Duke is done. She pooped in the room, stomped in it and got it on her leash.â
She never stops making me proud.
Thatâs a text that doesnât exactly make a dog dad happy when he has to go pick up his canine princess. Itâs kind of like getting your kid from school when theyâve spent the afternoon in the principalâs office. You love âem, but they can still make you mad.