Cruising

He was securely fastened and sat on my knees so I could whisper reassurances to him as Mrs Smith drove us to the vet. His least favourite place. As usual, he hid under the corner table in the waiting room. A relatively painless trip for him this time despite a human attempting to explore his paws and then rake around his lug holes.

Once home he loudly demanded treats and I went for a virtual bike ride while the rain hammered on the garage roof.

Ruby and Ossian are off to see Barbie this evening so Mrs S and I will be eating our body weight in Spanish baked cod and patatas bravas.