My first vet was named Doctor Pickett. I liked him a lot and all the girls at the vet’s would always fuss over me and play with me, I know I was their favorite. I tried to invent lots of reasons to go and visit them. I didn’t want Dr. Pickett to go out of business!!!
Sometimes my ploys ended up not being such great ideas, like the time I dislocated my shoulder trying to run out of the gate, or the time I tried to catch a tennis ball with my eye (mom was trying to practice throwing "not like a girl"), or the time I thought the leather cleaning solvent might be tasty, or the time I ate a hairy dead thing in our yard, or the time I licked my back til it was raw—you get the picture!. Dr. Pickett said if I survived the first year I would be ok. So I guess I am out of the woods now!
