I don’t know what was wrong with them, but the usual people – the ones who usually take me into the room and stick things up my butt and stuff…
Well, the usual people give me lots of treats.
The whole time I’m in that room they’re giving me treats.
Lots of loves.
That’s why I like going to the vet.
But the people I got last time I was there didn’t do that.
No treats – no loves.
Well, at least not until everything was over.
Those jars up there – I bet that’s where all the treats are.
When those vet people come back in here they’d better empty those jars and give me all the treats.
I thought I was getting lucky for a minute, but they must have grabbed the wrong jar because what they pulled out of it wasn’t a treat.
Next time I go to the vet I’d better get those treat and loves people back –
Or I’m going hunting for a new vet.