July 3rd 2011 7:01 pm
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Another appointment, another stand in.
Dad tried to get me in the carrier twice. He did not use gloves or have a shirt on..OUCH!!
He must be mad to think I would not fight my hardest to get away.
Let's just say there was scratching, swearing, and blood.
Only the scratching came from me.
The lucky winner for this appointment was Pinkie.
She could care less about the ride, the poking and prodding, and the bonus gift...a rabies shot.
Not sure when they will try again.
Mom is getting pretty impatient with my lack of cooperation.
vet??? VET??? BYE!!! ( Tigger goes and hides)
We hate the vet too, I fight like crazy
I's tried to put up a fight last time I's went to the V-E-T, hehe!! The V-E-T is no funs cuz they's always poking yous & stuff!!
I bet you run fast too!
tell your dad to throw a towel over you, fold you up a little and put you in the carrier, you will be able to get your self untangled once your are safely locked in the carrier
Me thinks this is the last time I will get out it..tee hee
Thanks for the towel tip.