I feel like that, frequently, with much less high-stakes provocation, Connie.Sometimes it makes me feel kind of evil. But it does pass, generally. Unless I really don't like the person, or they got something that is my Dream Come True in some way--that's harder to get over.

Fair warning. Anyone swoops down on me unexpected and picks me up, I am with mr. P and will bite you. Further, if you then place me on a scale, there will be hissing and possibly additional attacks.

Connie, I think things are, at best, bittersweet for a while when they are so clearly mappable to your experience. It's, I think, impossible not to identify.

I feel like a terrible pet owner.

Shitty tech did a shitty job.

I office manage a vet and there's one tech there who will never touch my dog again.

I'm effectively the entirety of front desk too so I weigh a lot of dogs. Pets don't understand medicine so you make it as easy as possible for them. Make friends, back off - figure out what the pet needs and adapt.

I'd have snapped too in your situation. Either as you or Mr Peabody. But I'd have bitten harder.

Hope his issue clears right up.

I'm also team If It Doesn't Break The Skin Its Not A Bite, It's A Warning.

Fair warning. Anyone swoops down on me unexpected and picks me up, I am with mr. P and will bite you. Further, if you then place me on a scale, there will be hissing and possibly additional attacks.

I so was looking for the like button.

For real.

Lucy was always good with shots and stuff but my sister took her to a different vet once when I was away and I don't know what happened, but after that she would struggle and fight. It made me feel so awful.

I think you have to start with the assumption that all animals at the vet are under stress and be extra careful with them. Oz always has to be put in an exam room to flip out like a mammal for 20-30 minutes before the vet sees him, and even then there's no guarantee she'll be able to handle him. But so far, he's always gotten his exams.

Ironically, it's Clio, the gentle, friendly, head-butting-everyone-in-the-clinic cat that ever drew blood from the vet.

I took my cat Leifur to the vet for his rabies booster and yearly checkup yesterday. The vet and tech were great with him. Leifur didn't want to come out of his carrier. So we put the carrier on the examination table and removed the carrier top. Aside from five seconds on the scale, they were able to do the whole exam on his towel in the carrier bed. Leifur didn't love it (shots--who would?), but they really worked with him to keep the stress level as low as possible.

The worst part of taking Finn to the vet is the car ride. He cries every time, I speed up, slow down, turn - well, pretty much every moment the car exists. Once at the vet, he turns into Mr. Gregarious and loves all the attention he gets from the vet and the techs.

He did try to eat the vet's hair once. She had a good sense of humor about it, though.

Darby shakes like a leaf and winds her leash around my legs until I can't move. Once they get her in the back I think her innate fatalism kicks in and she resigns herself to her impending doom without further protest.