Mom decided we would wait a day to do my post. She had scheduled a trip to the vet. She didn’t tell me about it until she put me in the car. I let her know that I thought that wasn’t a nice thing. She did it anyway.

It actually wasn’t too bad. They did put that thing up my butt. I didn’t even yell when they did it. I almost sat still on the scale. If it had been warmer, I would have sat there patiently. It wasn’t, so I didn’t. I still weigh 11 pounds plus maybe an ounce or two. Then the nice vet lady came in to feel my throat, do the same for my stomach and then she listened to my heart. Mom seemed happy that every thing seems to be okay. Of course that meant I then got two shots in my butt. The nice things I was thinking about the vet kind of went away then. At least for now, I don’t need to go back for a whole year. Next week Sophia and Missy go to have the same things done to them. Would it be mean to laugh at them?