Dad took us to the vet this weekend! NOOOO!!!
We knew something fishy was up when this showed up:
Whenever the pet carrier shows up, we know we’re going for a car ride – and we HATE car rides!
Betsy heard the word “vet” mentioned.
Hmmm? What’s that dad? Did you say… vet?
No, you wouldn’t dare.
C’mon, Betsy, let’s check this thing out.
Hmmm… while I’m in here, I might as well mark this as being “mine.”
This is “mine” too.
Unfortunately, despite marking the carrier as “mine,” dad still scooped us up and put us inside and took us on a long car ride to… the v..v…VET!!!
It was not fun. I grunted at the vet when she tried to take me out of the carrier! Dad didn’t think this was very nice so he came and grabbed me… I can’t really grunt like that at dad.
The vet did all sorts of horrible things to us… like brushing our fur around our backsides and sticking some thing in our ears and in our mouth and shining a bright light in our eyes… it was bunny torture, I tell you!
But eventually it was all over and we came home and mum gave us some treats. The vet says we are very healthy – well, duh, I could have told you that!
Anyway, thank goodness we won’t have to go back there again for quite a while!!
WE HATE THE VET!