I can't remember if she had fleas. I don't think she did, I think the tech had treated them. This vet lady was very awesome. I liked her a lot. I took Mia to see her right away, we were all okay with lab mix. Thinking about it now, the rescue had put her at a year and a half, but my vet told me that after a year or so it was difficult to tell, and she might be a little older than that because of some of the wear on her teeth, but there was no way to be sure. We flipped her on her back so that she could see her belly and I just remember her saying, "Oh, your definitely a Georgia dog." I asked why and she told me should could feel the shot and maybe bbs in her legs from Mia being target practice when she was a stray dog. Common in stray dogs from the countryside of Georgia, apparently. This explained so many things about Mia's personality. She always hated loud noises, and panic barked at things that startled her. This is probably why she started off playing w
I was told by the adoption shelter to take Bailey the vet asap to make sure she was healthy, you know, kinda like you have a car checked out before you buy it in case it's a lemon. Also, in hindsight, it's good to establish a vet for your dog as soon as you can. So I looked one up near my house with some good reviews, made an appointment and brought my dog in. I had had Bailey for about 2 or 3 days at this point, and she was already the greatest thing ever. I was so immediately in love with this dog and her gentle soul and sad eyes that I didn't really care what they told me about her, I wasn't going to give her back. She seemed healthy enough anyway, so I wasn't worried. I gave the paperwork to the receptionist, and everything seemed in order... until she got to breed. She looked at the "plott hound" on the paper, and I don't even think she'd ever heard of that. She looked at my dog, then looked at me, and she was like "I don't think