As some of you know, I have an extremely funny, smart and naughty Min-Pin named Boomer.
Today he was due to the vet to get his nails clipped. If you've heard my stories about past vet experiences, then you know how much of an ordeal it is to get his nails clipped.
To put it mildly, he freaks out. I'm talking legs and head thrashing, whining and snapping at people. He now has to wear a muzzle and the vet visit was so bad last time that they gave me a sedative to give him before his next visit.
Usually I get injured in the line of duty. I've had bruises on my chin from Boomer throwing his head up, scratches on my arm that they had to treat at the vet office and today I got my nose hit by Boomer's thrashing head.
Boomer is usually a delight, until you get him in the vet office. He always fools the vet techs before he goes in because he's so calm and cuddly looking. Then he turns into a little demon Min-Pin. This time was no exception, he was a little bit better, but the sedative did NOTHING.
I'm just glad it's over and it will be a couple more months before we have to repeat this ritual.