Corridor of Doom

She knew nothing good would come from that corridor. She was so positive she sat and trembled for 10 minutes while we waited. Then the vet called us, her dash for the front door was foiled and she ended up trapped in the room at the other end of the Corridor of Doom with only my legs between her and the terrifying man.

No real idea what got into her. She hasn’t been since her last check up a year ago when nothing bad happened but she decided the vet was a bad man who needed his floor pooing on twice. I don’t think she even took in the fabulous 4kg weight loss news. Poor little girl.

After work Daisy and I got our hair cut by the lovely Emma, first time this year. It’s a great money saver, I tell you.