Some puppies, like this big fella, don't like laothe would rather die hate going to the vet.
This reminds me of another scared-y-dog named Norman...after running out of the vet's office like a bat out of hell, he proceeded to gallop towards the frontage road for I-35 as three vet worker ladies and the vet (bless their hearts) ran after him in their scrubs. As you can imagine, I was MORTIFIED. Our new vet "protocol" is this: I call ahead, park around back, and one of the workers props open the back door of the office and together we slip him in as quickly as we can...as far away from the interstate as we can get. Then we stand in the back hallway next to the surgery suite, out of sight of the front lobby, until it's our turn to be seen. sheesh.
I'm going to tell myself that kids aren't this hard to deal with.



















