Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Vets Get No Pug Love

I love love my vet. Everyone there is so nice and caring and they all love Sunny. Sunny, unfortunately, does not love the vet. She likes the individual people working there, but she hates what they do to her there. Every time Sunny has to have a shot, eye drops/stain, or her nether regions' glands expressed, she tries to squirm out with all her might until she becomes a big squished ball of fur. Imagine trying to fit a square peg in a round hole and that's how Sunny looks as she tries to wriggle out of my arms, but with a lot more fat and fur. She also sheds like crazy and makes these weird snorting honking sounds. It's tragically hilarious.


  1. Poor Sunny. I feel your pain.

  2. For a pug that was so sick, Payton never had any ill feelings towards going to the vet. She was always anxious with anticipation for the cookie, or two, or three that she never failed to con the doctors out of.

  3. Sunny never minds actually going to the vet but as soon as she's put on that cold metal table she senses something's not right and bad things will happen soon!

  4. Mine screams. All the way there, all the time there, all the way back. Just screams. And sheds.