I was very excited yesterday when mom put on the leash and took me out the back door. (That is Unusual. It usually means a ride! Yay!)
Our Vet's name is the Shabazz-Man. He takes care of me and the six cats. Mom and dad go to a different Vet.
I love Cassandra. She helps out the Shabazz-Man. She is always smiling and is a Major Dog Acceptor.
Here is the Shabazz-Man getting ready to stick a Big Needle in me. You can't see my face but I am Scared.
Why is the Shabazz-Man so happy? I am not happy.
Thye have to put the muzzle on me at this point because I Start Misbehaving.
Besides the Shots I also got my drewclaws clipped and Things Looked At and Listened To. That part was Not So Bad. (oh, mom says it is Dew Claws)
The Bad Part is over and now I am waiting for mom to pay and to get Paperwork that says I can go to the Dog Trainer and Doggie DayCare without any problems. Mom says that based on how good I was at the Blessing that it Might Be OK for me to interact more with other dogs. Dad is not so sure. (What does "In a pig's Eye" mean??)
This dog was Next Door to the Vet. Her name is Roxie. She has a Koi Pond. (That means fish.)
Then we went home again.
At the moment, I Feel Traumatized. But now I am Better...