Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The Dreaded Vet's Office
"Teddy, it's time to go to the vet's office for your surgery", called Haida. "I am not going", screeched Teddy, "and you can't make me."
"Don't make me come to get you," said Haida.
"It's no use Teddy you are out numbered," exclaimed Angel, "but then again you can't go by me, run Teddy run, here comes mommy".
I can just image the communication between my fur kids this morning. Yesterday, when I gave Teddy his pill, no problem and also this morning, no problem, he didn't fight me any more, maybe he is feeling better. But I hope I can manage to get him into the truck with out him going under the bed. I will definitely have to play my cards right.
Till next time, Cheers and more Cheers!