My Favourite Place – Not!

The Palmyra Vet Hospital is not my favourite place. I was here a couple of years ago it it wasn’t a happy time. Don’t get me wrong, the staff are wonderful and they even give me treats. But I KNOW VETS! Ever since me days in Germany where I was pushed, poked and jabbed to get me marching orders to come to Australia. I can smell a Vet a mile off. Even read it in me Humans eyes when they are planning a visit. I usually skedaddle off some where safe and hide.

Woe… they found me. I gotta find me a better hiding place.

Apparently I have a lump on my side that me Humans are concerned about. Me, I think its fine, just a little golf ball but me worry-wort Humans have to make a fuss…

Are we done???

Nope. I felt this sting in me leg and nothin… I woke up to find me Humans gone and just the Vet staff. Just as I was planning me cunning escape my Humans turn up.

Actually I don’t think me escape plan would have worked since I could barely stand up, they must have slipped something in that treat I ate…. so groggy and tired. See these Vets do stuff to ya, not happy…

Back in the car for the ride home. Come on Humans get me home!
Still not speaking to ya!

Turns out the lump was just a fatty ball, quite normal apparently but the Vet took the bleeding liberty while I was knocked out to cut me toenails! I love me toenails just the way they are, thank you very much. NO VETS ever again peoples!

R