We all went to the vet yesterday for our yearly check-up.
The Vet said I looked great (and I do, of course).
The Vet said Belle-chan looked chubby (and the scale proved that she was).
However, sadly, it was also determined that Belle might have an ear infection so the Vet sticks one of those q-tip things into her ear.
Let me back up for one moment. This is a very small office with many dogs visiting and two residential cats. There is non-stop barking as we are interacting with the Vet.
That is until the Vet put the q-tip in Belle's ear to get a sample to examine.
The scream was a classic; one that every Shiba owner knows and loves so much. That scream of dissatisfaction, that scream of personal space invasion; that scream of the indignity of it all. It was not a yelp of pain; it was that sound that comes from a Shiba's heart.
It was a moment of Shiba perfection.
And there was dead silence in the Vet's office for about thirty seconds.
The Woman looked at the Vet Tech, who had a horrified expression on her face, and said, "You have now experienced The Shiba Scream. Consider yourself blessed." The Vet looked at Belle-chan with that look of "Now, that wasn't that bad now, was it?" as Belle-chan wagged her tail and appeared quite pleased with herself.
I Am Shiba. Our Screams Can Stop Time Itself.