To the vet

Went with Toby to the vet today for two injections. Toby stressed out and didn’t stop barking and howling when he saw the doctor.
It was almost impossible to handle him, but when I was holding him firmly with my legs over him and my hands behind his ears in his neck, and the assistant distracting him with cookies, the injections went in after all. I could avoid Toby biting me this time, although that was a very narrow escape. On two previous occasions I went home bleeding, but not this time.

What a pity Toby is so difficult to handle at the vet. There must have been negative experiences in his past we don’t know of. Poor dog.

At home all seemed to be long forgotten.