Boxing clever

Mo took Indy to the vet's this afternoon. 

I was amazed at how easily she got him into the carrying box; there was no sign of the panicky fight he puts up when I have to do it. 

And when she got him there, Mo said he trotted out nice and calmy onto the examination table. 

But when the vet tried to get him back in the box, apparently furryboy managed to sink one of his claws into his little finger. 

Normal service resumed.