Monday, November 7, 2011
We are all going to the vet today for our annual checkup. Wish us luck! We all HATE going to the vet, and mom has her hands full getting us into our carriers. Then we caterwaul and howl and cry and squeak all the way there. Even though our vet, Dr. Giles, is nice, we HATE to see him. After we get back from the terrible horrible scary trip Mom will do a REAL post, with nice hand-lettering and pictures. But before she does the post, she will give us TREATS for enduring the terrible horrible scary trip, and we will head straight to the bed to try and recover from our ordeal.
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Sending you warm wishes. I hope the vet visit goes okay.ReplyDelete
I hope Mom gives you lots of yummy treats after your ordeal. I send you virtual nom-noms.
Me HATES the vet! Me really acts up, but me don't mind going for rides in the boxes that moves. Hopes everything is A - OK!ReplyDelete
Oh noes! We are purring and praying for you. We don't like going to the v-e-t, either. :(ReplyDelete
Sing opera in the horrible car...that's what we do and it makes our Mommy feel terrible!ReplyDelete
Ha ha, Katnip - you are right!! I, Lucy, sang opera the whole way there and back, and it DID make mom feel terrible (really, like, a big fat headache!).ReplyDelete
I must be super lucky! My Bobo and my Cody never went through crying or anything when going to the vet. I'm lucky!ReplyDelete
We have our vet come to the house in his spiffy mobile clinic on wheels.ReplyDelete