Thursday is the dreaded day. V-Day. Nope, that wasn’t a typo. It also doesn’t stand for Valentine’s Day. It’s much worse than that. Something sinister. So before I reveal what the dreaded day is, shut your windows and lock all your doors. Bring your kids inside and secure your animals.
It’s Vet Day.
For one Mr. Bandit Wildman Wooten, it is the day he has dreaded (presumably) all year. His annual exam.
This day is not to be taken lightly. Last year, after getting his exam and booster shots, he was terrified of getting in my car for at least a month. No joke. He hates going to the vet. I can’t blame him, really, because I hate going to the doctor’s office.
It was such a shame that he was so scared of my car. It’s like he thought it would kill him if he even got near it, because we all know my car is a dog-killer. He’s good with my car now (maybe because it hasn’t tried to kill him lately). Now I have a battle plan. I’m taking him in the backseat of the family truck. And then soon after I’m taking him for a fun romp in the park.
So cross your fingers and hope for the best. Bandit is going to have a rough morning Thursday, even though he doesn’t know it yet.