George had to go to the vet for his yearly checkup and shots yesterday. He wasn't a happy boy.
He started to whine in the backseat about halfway there. This was a first. I'm not sure where he thought he was going. I hope, after all this time, he didn't think I was taking him back to the shelter.
The vet just moved into a brand new office. When we got there, George really started to whimper. He stuck by my side like glue while we waited in the lobby. Look at these sad eyes:
When we finally got called back into the examining room to wait, he paced around and seemed really worried. He also kept going to check out what was going on on the other side of the half door:
When the doc and his assistant came in and started their examination, George was still quite nervous. I'm not sure why; the whole staff is very kind and affectionate with both of our dogs. And when they gave him his shots (with tiny little needles) he cried out like a baby. Ginger never bats an eye, but George acted like we were killing him. So much for the big, tough, macho pit bull!
We made sure he got lots of love and treats after arriving home, the big baby!