December 11, 2011 § 12 Comments
What an uncomfortable start to the morning for this little tyke—three jabs of the needle in one visit to the veterinary clinic. Miss Maple probably had better ideas of how she would rather spend her weekend morning: (1) a playdate at the dog park, (2) a liver treat buffet, or (3) a 15-minute belly rub. But, no, her momsy and popsy had to make her endure the nail-biting journey to the vet followed by a triple ouchie.
Here is Miss Maple, somewhat sleepy-eyed and oblivious to the vaccinations that were being prepared right behind her.
The first needle was inserted with no fuss at all and Miss Maple gave us an impatient glare as if to say, “Are we all done here? Can we leave now?” Then came the second and third needles… Before the vet could even administer the shots, Maple let out a shrill yelp that could be heard down the corridor where other furry ones were nervously awaiting their turns. *sigh* That’s our drama queen for you.
On the drive home, our furball was very moody and refused to acknowledge us—she was playing the guilt card. And it worked. Lots of treats and lots of cuddles later, all was forgiven and forgotten… until next year, that is!