The Dreaded Vet
Lil’ Toot here. Uncle Roscoe was not afraid of Anything. Bigger dogs? Making new friends. Smaller canines? They’re wind-up toys. Small children? I’m the Protector. Water? I do love to splash. The sound of garbage Trucks? I stand My ground. All part of living unstuck.
But when it came to seeing the Vet, He would head for the Hills. He was quick, crossing over fences and streams like a Tasmanian Devil. Once He arrived at the office, let the Shenanigans begin. All four Paws on the Door jamb, braced for resistance. That was Him, for sure. Living unstuck.
I wonder: Does Your Pooch willingly hop in the Vehicle to journey to the Vet? Or does It take some coaxing? I say: You need a Smaller Canine. Mom just scoops me up and hands Me over. I’m so Powerful. (Not.) Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#the-fear
I heard you talking today about the vet earlier . . .
Now you ask if I want to go for a car ride?