Well, I suppose it was that time of year. Time to pay a visit to the V-E-T. No sir, I didn’t like it. And you can be sure I let Mom and the Dad know of my indignation of having been put in the plastic and metal cage with the door shut and then being whisked off in that big, rumbling thing to the place of pokes and prods and all other kinds of unmentionable investigatings.
I’ll admit we were in and out in no time flat and I didn’t even try to bite anyone this time. At least, that’s what the doctor said. By then, most of my disgruntlement was out anyway so I only yodeled once or twice on the trip back home.
I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately; nothing major, just…off. Six weeks of Clavamox later and I’m mostly better. We’ll know more in March when I have to go back to THAT place. This time around, I’ll start practicing my yodeling way beforehand.