Eliot bravely hopped into the car yesterday morning. After all, going for a drive is part of the daily routine. When Simone got behind the wheel, unaccompanied by any minors and having failed to feed the dog his usual breakfast, he barked a couple of protests. He wagged his tail hesitantly, raised a doggie eyebrow then settled himself down in the backseat.
He didn't have to wait long: the veterinarian's office is only a five minute drive from home.
The trouble began when Mom left without dragging Eliot along with her. He barked and yelped and tried to take the lab technician for a drag across the lovely tiled floor. The lab technician, having obviously met tougher and stronger than Eliot, braced herself as Simone made her exit.
Eliot did not have a great day. He was at the vet's to be neutered. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was when he got home, Simone fitted him with a buster collar to stop him from licking himself. Talk about adding insult to injury. Now Eliot kept walking into walls, doorframes and he couldn't crawl under the chair to get under the table at dinner. He wasn't allowed out to play in the backyard and when he went out for a walk, the darn collar would get caught in the snow so that he could not hop onto snowbanks like he'd gotten used to. Eliot cried piteously until a growl and a glare from Simone slowly forced his hindquarters to sink.
Whine?
Grrrowl.
Eliot sighed and settled his head down on his paws.
It might be easier, he thought, if Simone would stop laughing at him each time he bumped his collar...
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