Me: Shh! If we hurry, we can leave without being noticed. Here’s your harness.
Tiger: Oh, boy! I’m going to ride in the rolling box! Yippee!
Wiggles: What’s going on in there?
Me: Nothing. Go back to sleep. Run, Tiger!
Tiger: The rolling box! All mine!
Me: Now, I’m going to be honest with you, Tiger. We’re going to the vet, but just for your rabies vaccine, okay?
Tiger: Wait. This isn’t a party?
Me: Well, you can sit back and enjoy the ride. It’s a long, long drive. You’ve been there before. They know all about bulldogs.
Tiger: Wait. Are we going to that place that smells funny and not in a good way?
Me: It will be all right.
Tiger: I hate that place. Weird smells. And lots of little dogs staring at me. Makes me so mad!
Me: We will just ignore the staring dogs. Right?
Me: I’m sorry you are afraid of the vet’s office.
Tiger: The white coat people are okay, I guess. But why are there always those little staring dogs?
Me: Because…vet’s office.
Tiger: Nasty little staring dogs. It’s an awful high price to pay for nice, long ride.
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