Yesterday, Mom had to take me to the vet because I have raspys in my chest. Now I rode on her shoulder the whole way. Then I very politely sat in her purse. No, I was not about to ride in the plushy blue carry bag she had. Only her purse because it smells like her.
While I was there I sat very nicely on the table waiting for the vet and then when the vet came in, I showed her how cute I was by sitting by my Mommy and boggling and chattering in her ear. And STILL the vet poked, prodded, and listened with that big, cold flat thing while I PATIENTLY looked put out.
All that behaving and guess what? I have medicine to take for the next three weeks. Mom is really worried about me though because I am having such a hard time breathing. She even fixed spaghetti and garlic bread for me last night, but I wasn't hungry very much. The medicine taste foul!!!! However, Mom is pretty good at handling squirming rat even though it usually takes rolling me up in a towel to hold me, which really isn't necessary. I don't think. I still am able to slap away the medicine dropper with my hand. I slap hard too.