Guess where I have to go today? THE VET!
MomGoth says, “It’s just for a regular checkup,” but that’s easy for her to say! She doesn’t have to get shots, or have her ears messed with, or have a *shudder* fecal exam. She doesn’t have to be stuffed into a little cage to go to the vet.
All right, I admit it’s true that Mom and MomGoth used to put me in a harness and on a leash instead of stuffing me into the travel cage, and I did refuse to cooperate with it and acting like my legs wouldn’t work unless I could run and hide under something.
But never mind that. It’s still I who have to go to the vet, and I don’t like it one bit! My only consolation is that I can usually manage to poop or barf on the way there or on the way home — or both each way. Then who’s whining and crying?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How do you act when you go to the vet?