I do like going to the vet, because when I come back, I feel nicer and I know it is good for me and my health. That is what my mum always says- at least when she is driving me to the vet for my injections, and does not want me to be scared. She always says that when she is taking me to get my ears checked, or for injections that I have to get every now and then, but not when I’m going to get what she calls a “hair trim”.
I don’t understand why- my mom bathes and combs me before the hair trim and after. So, I never actually see the difference, but mum is always punctual about getting my hair cut. She drives me to the vet, but not the same person who gives me the injections that are supposed to keep me healthy. She takes me to another person, who cuts my hair and my nails.
I dislike being here more than at the injection place- after all, there, mum is still with me. When I’m getting my hair trimmed and nails trimmed so often, I’m just left alone, along with the person who is doing my “grooming” as mum calls it sometimes. This makes me feel quite sad and nervous- what if mum has left me here, and this lady was supposed to be my new mum?
But, soon, my mum does come back, and I am happy.
Till the next trip for a hair trim, at least.