Grouchy Girl Goes to the Vet

Yesterday I had to take off work because Loo Loo Bean had a vet appointment. Nothing was wrong! It had just been several months since her last check up, and her vet has a funky schedule (read: hello, Boulder!) and we wanted to get her in before the holidays.

So G waved goodbye and skipped out the door for work, just as I was loading Lucifer into the car for our mini-road trip.

Neither of us was happy about the whole ordeal.

I better get a treat for this. Like, pronto.

Hands off, buster.

As I've said before, her vet loves her, and loves rabbits, which makes him perfect in many ways. He's my favorite vet we've ever had (other than when we lived in Hawaii a thousand years ago and had The Rabbit Whisperer). He coos at her and sweet talks her and generally disregards her super negative attitude.

Consequently, she tolerates him and glares at me. **sigh** The life of a parent, I guess.

Dude, my tummy is fine! Quit squeezing.

Time to go, Mom. I mean it.

She and I were both exhausted after the morning's ordeal and had to stop at Sonic to refuel.

The next few days consist of DDP and writing research papers. I'll give you all my King Sooper's coupons if you'll grade papers for me.