My worst fears came true. I knew something was going on when I saw that carrier enter the house. Sure enough, Mom came home early from work the other day and set the dreaded cage in the middle of the living room. She tossed my favorite little yellow bear in and called my name. As if I was going to fall for that one. I knew what she was up to. Thus began an exciting game of cat and mouse (I being the mouse). Mom tried her darndest to push me through the little door in the carrier after she got a hold of me, but I wasn't going to give in without a fight. I growled and yelled and scratched and bit. I did succeed in putting a nice hole in her shirt. She then lifted the top off that prison and pushed me in, shoving the top down on me before I could fight back. I tried pushing on it with my legs. but it was to no avail. The clamping down on the snaps rang in my ears and I knew I was headed to the VET.
I panted the whole way over in the car and my nerves resulted in an embarrasing bit of drooling which Mom preserved in the above picture. Not my finest moment....
I let the VET do what he had to do and didn't even bite him. I saved it for Mom once we were back home. I got stuck twice with a needle but thankfully the whole ordeal only lasted five minutes. To be honest, I was glad to get back inside that prison and go home.
Mom let me out and thought she could make up for the awfulness by petting me. I bit her and ran upstairs and hid under the bed for the next few hours.
Until next year!
