Anyway, we took Crowbar for his annual checkup and immunizations. I feel like I've been in a 60 minute wrestling match. He was so terribly nervous and hyperactive that they even escorted me into the back area at the vet so that I could decrease his stress (fat chance). Don't know how many calories it burned, but I've counted it as a workout for today. Interestingly, we stopped at the supermarket for eggs, and the owner of a gigantic pickup truck parked next to us said something to his young passengers about not messing with a woman's dog and he wouldn't have blamed me if I (...muffled words as he closed the door of the truck.) What on earth did he think I'd do to some innocent kids who were curious about Crowbar? So astonishing. I don't need to get out more. There's a lot of peculiarity out there....
Yeah, some people were curious about my Kearen when she was alive.
I let her out of her carrier whereupon she flumphed herself down and stared at the room as if the very sight of it pained her.
She then condescended to allow someone to give her scritches.
Then when the vet said she had ot come in, she gave that offended huff that said she was busy tending her subjects.