Dogs do anything to get out of the vet.

Dogs Do Anything to Get Out of the Vet 🐶😅🩺

There’s one word in our house that causes absolute chaos. Not “bath.” Not “no.” Not even “squirrel.”

It’s “vet.”

The second Teddy, our Golden Retriever, hears it—even whispered—he becomes a four-legged escape artist with a PhD in dramatic behavior.

It usually starts with me casually grabbing the leash and saying, “C’mon, buddy! We’re going for a ride!” His tail wags, his eyes light up, and he bolts to the door like we’re heading to the beach.

That excitement lasts about 0.4 seconds—until we pass the dog park.

Then the sniffing stops. The tail? Down. The side-eye begins. And when we pull into the vet’s parking lot, Teddy becomes a statue. I open the car door and he just… refuses. Not scared. Not shaking. Just firmly planted like, “You’ll have to call the fire department if you want me out of this car.”

And once I do get him inside? The real comedy starts.

He flops on the floor like a fainting goat. He hides behind the chairs (he’s 80 pounds). He dramatically sighs and looks at me like I’ve betrayed him on a personal level. Meanwhile, Roo, his younger sister, plays it cool—until the thermometer comes out. Then it’s her turn to make a break for it.

Once in the exam room, Teddy pulls out all the stops. He fakes sleep. He pretends he can’t hear. He once tried to hide behind a trash can. He’s a genius when it comes to dodging shots, and don’t even get me started on how he “limps” until the appointment’s over.

But the second we walk back outside?

It’s like nothing happened. Happy. Bouncy. Tongue out. Like, “Wanna get puppuccinos?”

Dogs will do anything to get out of the vet.
But we love them too much not to take them anyway—even if it takes 40 minutes, 3 treats, and a minor wrestling match.