Wooos, pups. I had to go to the Newport Animal Hospital on Friday. I've been feeling just fine, so I wasn't sure what this was about. In preparation, I had to endure a b-a-t-h on Thursday, so I suspected that whatever this visit was for, it must be important.Then I inspected the lobby - nice lobby, plenty of room, lots of interesting smells.
The vets built a nice new place since I was there last. Maybe they just want my approval. I looked out the window - nice view.
My nose led me to this corner - hmm, maybe they just want me to taste-test some of this stuff.
A male biped came out & led us down the hallway to a smaller room. Then things took a turn for the worse. Now I ask, honestly, how many of our bipeds consider their trip to the doc a "photo opportunity"? Do they splash their exam room photos on the internet? Harumph! Here I am being tortured by the vet techs....
Don't worry, I'm just fine. In fact, I'm in splendid shape for my age, not that I'm old or anything. Great teeth, great fur, great weight, great nails, great disposition.... which was tried to its limits while they did unspeakable things to me, stole my blood, ruined my claws, and jabbed me with needles. I was furry happy to leave that place! It may look nicer, but its no more fun than it used to be. They do not get my approval.
Then of course, there is that picture of Ao4 Dave with his vet. Well, I think I should demand to be flown across country so I can go there next time. I'm just sayin.
a washed-&-fluffed-for-no-reason Star
PS- humom says I should also say that I really do like my vet, Dr. Wirth. He's exceptional, for a human. And those vet techs were furry gentle with me. I just didn't like what they DID.