She thinks she’s staff.

Called in Lucy prescription for her allergy medication and waited for them to call back to tell us they were ready for pick up.

I had to tip toe around Lucy to put on my shoes, get my purse out, and drape my car key lanyard around my neck after they called.

Then I was ready for her.

I picked up her ‘traveling clothes’ (harness) and she went wild. She sat with great impatience while I buckled her into it as soon as I fastened the second buckle she shot to the front door only to have to wait while I put on my coat and hooked her up to her leash.

She dragged me to the van and had me lift her back side in (why should she jump if she didn’t have to?) Once she settled in her crate, we were off.

At the vet’s she bounced out of her crate, dragged me to the door, through the entrance, in the next door and right into the reception office…not the waiting room. Nope. She insists on the office so she can love on whomever is available in there.