Today I have to take my reactive dog to the vet. We had an appointment to get him neutered last month and they found a tick on him and he had an elevated temp. Now I have to bring him in for a blood test to rule out tickborn illness. My vet thinks the elevated temp was due to anxiety.

I'm not worried about the diagnosis today. I'm dreading the looks and judgement of everyone at the vet office. Normally I don't care what other people think, but being in an a closed space with multiple people passing judgement as we walk by is too much. I have to go to a different office for the blood test so I'm going to have to explain to the front desk why I'm not bringing him into the lobby and will bring him in once they're ready for us.

It breaks my heart that people are going to be questioning our sanity as we bring this very loud barking german shepherd in. They don't see how much work we've put into him. They don't see how he melts into us for cuddles at home. They don't see that when I'm knitting he'll wiggle onto my lap and will not stop wiggling until I wrap both arms around him and give him kisses. He's scared and anxious and thinks everything is out to get him. He isn't a vicious monster. I wish they could see that.