So the clinic is back to humming with the sound of wagging tails and purring cats.  Never a dull moment here.  Today, Crash, a young boy Visla came in for his first procedure.  He didn't seem very smart.  He drooled a lot, and stepped on everyone's paws including his own.  But he must have had some kind of sense that he was at the clinic for a reason, because he was not going to go quietly.  He had a rope for leading people around his neck, but instead of his doing the leading he planted his feet and tried to drag the humans backward.  When Vonnie crouched down to hold his head up, he would roll over.  When they tried to keep him on his side, he would stand up!  Everyone thought that he was just being difficult, bulldog-headed as some might say.  Sweet Sally just figured that Crash was smart enough to have figured out that he was set to get some pinch medicine, and was fighting to get out of it.  I, on the other paw, have unique insight into the communications styles of the dog, and I speak canine body language better than anyone.  Crash was having fun. 
Some dogs grow up always rough playing with their brothers and sisters.  Bea yells at me at least once a day when I bite her too hard.  It's just fun to get a rise out of her!  I never really get to play with the people like that though.  Sometimes my dad holds me down when I nibble too hard in the mornings, but I don't ever get to fight back.  Dad's just too strong.  Today I saw what real strength was;  Crash was being held on the front by mother, on the back by Sweet Sally, Vonnie was working to cover his mouth with a blue mouth-closer and Dad was figuring out how to get in on it too.  That boy jumped, played, twisted and turned.  Finally, Dad gave him one big pinch in the back end and it was game over.  Crash slept so quietly after that too, long after his procedure was over.  I took a long nap myself after all the excitement.  Tonight, I think I'll pretend to be a Visla when Bea comes around the corner.....