It’s pretty dreary here today, but warmer, which is good news. Had to take my dog (Patsy) to the vet this morning. It was for regularly scheduled blood work, so no big deal, but she hates going so much that it’s always traumatic for both of us.
She doesn’t resist in any way, but she leans against me and trembles so much that I feel like a monster for putting her through the ordeal. Poor thing’s teeth even chatter — she’s that terrified.
She was never that way until she had a couple of cysts removed about two years or so ago, and she had some trouble with stitches on one of her front legs and had to go in repeatedly because it wasn’t healing properly. We eventually got it sorted out, but it must have really hurt, because ever since then, she’s been a basket case at the vet’s.