Annie Goes to the Neurologist

How to Conduct a Medical Appointment When You Are the Main Event

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The neurologist thought she was there to see me.

Annie knew better.

The moment we walked through those doors, Annie shifted into what I can only describe as Runway Mode. Head up. Chest out. Tail doing that straight up little wag that says, Yes, I know you’re looking. You’re welcome.

Her walk wasn’t a walk — it was a strut.

Not a nervous strut. Not a curious strut.

This was a full-on, “Here I am! Watch out, you may now pet me!” kind of strut.

The waiting room didn’t stand a chance.

Before we even sat down, staff members appeared as if summoned by magic. One knelt. Another squealed. A third said the words Annie lives for:

“Oh my gosh, can I pet her?!”

Annie accepted their admiration with grace and dignity.

By which I mean she leaned into every hand as if she’d scheduled this weeks ago.

And then — because apparently applause alone was not enough — she did zoomies.

Right there.

In the waiting room.

At the neurologist’s office.

Fast. Tight circles. A blur of legs and joy. Like a loaf of bread that had discovered espresso.

People laughed.

Staff laughed.

Annie zoomed harder.

I swear I saw her glance back at me as if to say, Relax. I’ve got this appointment handled.

Just when I thought she’d reached peak confidence, Annie escalated.

She rolled.

Right there.

Full belly exposed.

Not in a careless way — oh no. This was deliberate. Strategic.

The universal dog signal for “You may rub my belly too.”

The girls didn’t hesitate. Belly rubs commenced. Annie accepted them like royalty accepting tributes, legs slightly splayed, eyes half-closed in bliss.

But then — mid-rub — she stopped.

She got up.

Walked straight over to me.

Pressed in close.

No panic. No jealousy. Just that look.

That look that said, “Don’t worry, Mom. I still love you the most. But let’s be honest… this situation is impossible.”

She checked in.

Made sure I was still her person.

Then — mission accomplished — she turned right back to the girls like, “Okay, you may continue.”

And in that moment, my heart just about burst.

Because Annie can love the world…

But she always comes back to me.

And that’s when I knew —

I wasn’t just a proud mama.

I was her home.

Eventually, we sat down. Annie flopped dramatically at my feet, satisfied. The room had been properly introduced to her presence.

When we were called back, she walked in like a celebrity entering a talk show set — calm, confident, and fully aware she was the highlight of everyone’s day.

I went in worried.

I came out smiling.

Because no matter what’s going on with doctors, tests, or life in general, Annie has an exceptional talent:

She turns stress into laughter.

Fear into warmth.

And ordinary rooms into places where joy does zoomies.

And?

I think the neurologist got the better visit that day.

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