Hours Later...

Cooper never fails to surprise. The yelping and howling began in the parking lot. Three minutes in the waiting room and it intensified. He wasn’t interested in the hot dogs I brought along. Two minutes in the exam room and it worsened. As the vet raised the table I couldn’t even hear him speak. It was loud. It was shrill. I think he was losing hair like a porcupine loses quills when it is frightened. The vet had to take him in the back and sit on him while the other vet drew blood. I wasn’t allowed in the room. The vet thought Coop was showing off for me - screaming so loud I’d make them stop.

I count it as a success no one was injured as well as the fact my husband said I didn’t have to do it again.

A more mellow Cooper...