That was just...that was...that--
How could they do me like that?
You wouldn't believe what...I mean, here I was up on a table, and she...she took this...this--
Look at this picture Angel took. Yeah, I know it's shakey. Get over it. She was scared out of her mind. Plus she doesn't have an opposable thumb. She did the best she could.
So right after Angel snapped the pic, this so-called vet reached into her pocket and...
...a needle. A giant +&##* needle!
Took my blood. Took my freaking blood like some vampire chick! And that wasn't the worst of it. She...she...she...then she got out this, this long glass tube--a thermosomething, she called it. And then she...she shoved it...GAH, I can't even say it!
You're not supposed to shove stuff up there!
And while I was up on the table, poor Angel was waiting for her turn. Look at her.
This is not a happy Chihuey. Poor baby was terrified. Look at how big her eyes are.
I'm sorry. I can't go on. This...this was just too much for me. I don't believe I'll ever recover. How could they do that to me? I am so traumatized. I'll never be able to--
Wait. Was that the rustle of the treat bag?
What? What do you mean the vet said I was fat? I weigh less than ten pounds, you idiot. Gimme my damn treats!
This has not been a good day.
* Thanks to the lovely and talented NinaK for the inspiring Puppy Proctology Pic that heads up this post. Nina, you never disappoint.