She looks friendly but oh those needles!
The vet visits.
My new family was very upset about my fleas. The lady of the house is alergic to fleas and wanted to get rid of them. They also didn't like my runny eyes, so they called a vet and told me that the nice bus lady would come and make me feel better. Well! I believed them, and when the vet came I was a little frightened, but I let her pick me up. What did she do next? Poked me with needles, she did! Then she pushed here and pulled there, put some awful stuff in my ears and eyes, and pulled my fur with a comb. Make me feel better! She nearly killed me! That's the last time I'll go to anyone that comes through the door, except for my people.
The next week or two went fairly well, though I had to be combed every day, and have gook put in my eyes and ears. After a while I noticed that the fleas were almost gone and that my ears didn't itch so much. Progress! Then one day the man of the house put me in a box and took me in a car. How I hate cars. Where did we go? To the vets, of course. There she was with her needles and combs. I tried to get away, but then where could I go? She stuck another needle in me and I went to sleep. When I woke up I had the worst pain in my rear end, that I ever had. What had she done? Where were my people? Would I have to live in the woods again?
She looks friendly but oh those needles!
A few hours later I was in the family car again. I was too groggy to really care, and didn't make much of a fuss. We did go home, and when I got there I hid under the couch and went to sleep. What a bad day!
