March 1, 2014

Dear Terry, Me and Mom went to the VET today. Yeah. The VET. I don't like going. I thought maybe we were going to the park or Grammy and Pap's house, but no we went the wrong way. Last time I had a little breakdown at the VET and barked and howled in the waiting room after it was all over. Mom said Fred, you have to be good this trip. No getting everyone else wound up. Mom said it was a tune up for me, I got my nails clipped, butt cleaned, blood drawn, two shots, teeth looked at and the thing I hate the most...the light shined in my eyes. WHAT is up with that??? I didn't bark, howl, scream or whimper this time. Mom was really proud of me and the VET gave me lots of pets and the other lady sang to me. But I was still really scared. The ladies at the desk commented on how good I was this trip. When we got home I told Dad all about it and Mom gave me a treat. I'm glad I don't have to go back any time soon!

Love and Woofs, Fred Dog