My weekend started out great. I went to Ajo and had so much fun but then C made me go to the vet when we got home. She is such a downer. I may or may not have hurt my two back paws from running around straight in the desert for 4 hours but still. Why make me go to the vet? Why does she hate me? The vet's office smells like animals who have been tortured plus they always poke and prod me and then they try to feed me these "treats" that taste like cardboard!
So then, get this, the vet gives me a SHOT! Ouch! It was bad enough getting my temperature taken but then to give me a shot? I am not currently on speaking terms with C.