A No-Fun Saturday Morning

Maggie would tell you that it was less fun for her, but honestly, forcing her to go to the vet is hard on me, too. She hates the carrier and the car and all the funny smells and the strangers holding her, and it's just a lot. (For both of us, Maggie.) The end result is she seems to be in good shape for her age, but we do have to clean her teeth, which will freak me out (due to a previous experience, not because it's rationally something to be that afraid of) but we'll get through it.

Meanwhile, here is her highness, suffering in silence for one moment. I stopped at a red light and my heart melted when I saw the paws.

Oh, baby.

Off topic, but do you see how high up the Exit sign is? Good luck seeing that in an emergency. Unless it was after dark, anyway.

Waiting for the room.

Exploring.

"What's out there?"

"You know I hate this, right?"

"Mom? I hate this place."

The tail looks casual, but that's misleading.

"I want out of here. Now."

After we got home, she napped on the lap. At least she doesn't hold a grudge.

This is where I want to say that at least that's over for another year, but the teeth. Sigh.