Anyway, at my check up on Friday, Mum showed Dr. G a video of me coughing and he was instantly alarmed. He was like "oh no, that's not hair balls! I want to look inside his lungs and see what's going on in there" So, on Monday, much to my chagrin, I got dumped at the vet office for an all day experience.
I hate getting dropped off at the vet, I don't like the ride there, I don't like seeing Mum walk out the door, I don't like hanging out in a strange place with stranger people and other pets. It's just SO AWFUL!
Well, Dr. G. had to give me some sleepy medication because I just didn't wish to be cooperative and they needed me to lay still on a table so they could take a picture of my insides. I've had a ton of pictures taken of me in my nearly 8 years, but never any of my insides. How weird!
Check this out:
I know Mum is looking out for me, and right now I do feel better, I just kind of wish Dr. G. could come visit me instead of me having to go in the vehicle to see him. What kind of one sided relationship is this anyway?