I went to the vet this weekend. I'm getting pretty used to the routine: get in the box, ride in the car, sing with the radio, get stuck in the neck, feel doped up and fall off of stuff for a day, get over it. This time, however, Dad stuck me in the box and then drove me to this big parking lot, opened the windows and got out. I thought that he had abandoned me and was hoping somebody would take me away. I was so scared! When we got to the vet there were lots of big scary dogs barking at me. When the doctor went to take me out of the box, I noticed that my tail and legs were wet. Oh no! I had lost tone in my external urethral sphincter! The vet and Dad kept looking at me and shaking their heads. When we got home, Dad grabbed me and threw me in the shower and covered me with this stinky cream. I was so embarrassed that I tried to disappear and so I sat under the bench for four hours and tried to forget about the whole experience.
