I had to take Little Lady to the vet for a check-up.

At first she was excited to have a solo car ride in the front seat.

When both dogs are in the car, there is usually a brief power struggle over the front seat.    This struggle either ends with Little Lady relegated to the back seat or she twists in odd angles around Ninja Puppy.  Although he tries to take up the entire front seat, there is only so much space his stocky frame can encompass.

But, as much as he optimally uses his surface area, she has a super hero power of ligament laxity that helps her literally get around him.

Anyway, she was lounging in the front seat, sniffing at the air conditioning blowing on her face and having an awesome puppy day.

She hasn’t been to the vet enough to know if she likes it or not.  But, that day, she hated the vet clinic.  She wouldn’t even go in the building.

Little Lady is the most affectionate dog I have ever met.  She is not the brightest though.  I had a talk with her recently that she couldn’t get by on her looks forever.  That being said, she is very sweet.

But, from the depths of her sweet puppy soul, she hated the vet clinic.  I had to pick her squirming, contorted self up and carry her over the threshold.

When I put her down she whined and tried with all her puppy might to escape.  Holding tight to her leash she was in four-paw drive to nowhere.    She seemingly even forgot how to sit.

Because, I kept suggesting she sit with increasing firmness and she continued whining and pawing at the tile.

When we were finally able to get her on the scale, it was determined she officially weighed more than Ninja Puppy.  He was not going to be pleased with that news.  His front seat spot may soon be in jeopardy.

Placing her on the scale drew even more attention to her outbursts.  A concerned woman in the corner clutching a medium-sized dog that was wearing a surgery cone asked in a judging manner, “Is she always like that?”

Struggling to keep her in one place and marveling that she hadn’t nervously relieved herself on anything yet, I shook my head negatively.

The woman seemed to doubt me.

To put things in perspective, I offered, “The other one is worse.”

The woman behind the counter laughed and agreed.

And that is how Ninja Puppy brings laughter to people without even being in the vicinity.

Sarah Minges, staff reporter for The Harrison Press, is a graduate of Harrison High School and Miami University Oxford.  She attended graudate school at the College of Mount St. Joseph.