Sunday, August 9, 2009

Poor guy, Freddy goes to the vet.


I took my dogs to the vet yesterday. Unfortunately, our youngest dog, Freddy, doesn't appreciate the vet as he once nipped an assistant. For the safety of the staff, I asked him to be muzzled. As you can see, he is not a happy dog.
Vets must be hard for dogs. They can't comprehend why they have to be poked, prodded, and probed. Our vet actually saved Freddy's life once with emergency surgery, but Freddy can't appreciate it because he doesn't even understand what surgery is! All he remembers is the humilating cone he had to wear over his head.
So he gets a muzzle. Poor guy.

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