Abigail, the gigantic 64-kg Newfoundland, was owned by a retired couple at their 60's (or 70's). My first impression was how they could possibily handle this dog...??? Mr. R managed to seat himself in a slow motion (well, after 15 seconds into the consulting room) whilst Mrs. R was more steady and could move about relatively quickly. But still, how could they catch up with a Newfoundland?
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VetSurgeon: Who usually gives her the pills?
Mr. R: Abigail is the boss. I'm not allowed to do anything to her.
Mrs. R: Well, you're allowed to drive, love.
Mr. R: And get dribbled all over the shoulder.
Mrs. R: That's right. We always have a big patch of salivary stain on the sleeves.
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Well, the upper arms of the clothes was basically wet.
I saw Abigail panting cheerfully, slobbering happily, with occasional eyeballing in my direction to size me up.
It wasn't easy bringing her through the corridors and fire doors to the destination. It took lots of strength to control the dog to keep a safe distance from other dogs, and from wandering about exploring.
It makes you so happy to see a Westie afterwards. Anything small would be nice after the encounter with a Newfoundland.
