My trip to the vet

I don't know why my Mommy thinks it necessary to visit the vet. I mean, I don't wanna go, I wouldn't mind it if she didn't ever take me again, but still she makes me go. She says it's because she "doesn't want anything to happen to me that could've been prevented" but do they really need to poke me with all those needles??? That hurts. Oh and what's with some strange guy always trying to be nice when I could care less if I ever saw him again? Doesn't he get the hint? I don't want him touching me. He smiles, pets me, then sticks something up my rear and pokes me with needles. And he wonders why I don't like him and am not happy to see him. Where's my say so in all of this prodding and poking????

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