Vet killer in the making
So I took Annie in to the vet today, to have her blood work. Figured I'd take her on a Saturday morning, so I didn't have to take off from work. I also took Nicki along, to have his nails clipped and his Advantage applied--which you would think would be easy, but isn't. He totally freaks as soon as he gets a whiff; last year I had him shut up in an 8x10 room with no where to hide and he was literally up the walls trying to get away. I had a hell of a time catching him--seriously--and had to sit on him to apply it. He hid from me for 2 - 3 days afterward. So I thought I'd make it easy on me this time and have the tech do it, plus get his nails trimmed at the same time. And Nicki was fine, except for his incessant yeowling as soon as I put him in the carrier. He cried ceaselessly until he got home. Other than that, he was a good boy. It was Annie....Annie who always is difficult at the vet. In fact, I could hear her this morning, in the back, and it wasn't pretty....