After a while, Emily had grown bored with chewing on her toy, and she wandered around the house, sniffing for where Brutus went, when she had another memory. This one was a bit different, it showed her sitting funny on the funny white bowl Brutus always stopped her from drinking out of!
Quickly heading over to the bathroom, Emily looked at the funny white bowl, and had conflicting memories, these new ones that told her to potty here, and the ones from this morning, where she'd taken a dump in the middle of the yard in plain view of the neighborhood. Tilting her head in confusion, she didn't know why she was getting these funny thoughts, but did realize that she was thirsty....
Brutus hung up with the vet, he managed to get an appointment for Emily in the next thirty minutes, and he needed to get her and go. He heard a lapping sound down the hall, and groaned, "Emily!" He called, finding her with her head in the toilet, drinking out of it again.
Emily looked up at Brutus, smiling and wagging her butt, "Bark! Bark!" She ran over to him, uncaringthat her face was still wet from the toilet water.
"Wanna go for a ride girl?" Brutus asked, and Emily responded by getting excited, jumping around and yipping at him, running to the door, and running back to him.
Emily loved going for rides!
Chuckling, Brutus leashed her up, and helped her into the passenger seat of his convertible, and drove through town, hoping that he'd get a good parking spot at the vets.
Emily meanwhile, was enjoying the ride, looking at all the dogs downtown, walking their humans or going shopping. A few female dogs waved at Brutus, who smiled awkwardly and waved back, sure he likes the attention, but he knew they were mostly interested in him for his money.
And finally, they arrived at the vet office. Emily of course remembered this place, and refused to hop out of the car, forcing Brutus to carry her inside, getting a few giggles from the vet assistants as they watched him try to navigate opening the door with his arms full carrying a busty woman.
'Hopefully they don't need to take her temperature' Brutus thought to himself, remembering how he had to hold Emily still when they'd pulled out the anal thermometer. That was never fun.