Somebody call the RSPCA. I have been abused and tortured. Yesterday, mum and dad took poo-face Salvador and I to the v-e-t. The following pictures are pretty graphic, pups and kitties. Be warned!
This is Salvador and I in our crates. We did not want to get in them and fought and scratched the whole way.
Salvador would not look at mum.
I wouldn't either.
After dad put us in the car to drive to the vet, I cried the whole way. Before we'd even driven out of our street I had peed in my crate. Mum and dad were not happy but I wasn't finished yet! A few minutes later I pooped in my crate too! We had to drive with the windows open (even though it was raining) because of the smell. I was pretty happy with myself.
Unfortunately, I forgot that dad would clean me up when we arrived at the vet. I had to have a BATH! Ammy, I cried like you did the whole time. I was so unhappy.
I tried my best to jump off the table but the vet nurse lady had a good hold on my neck.
What mum and dad didn't realise until we got to the vet was that Salvador had pooped in his crate out of sympathy with me. He had to have a bath too but nobody got a photo of that. He hasn't forgiven mum and dad yet. Me either.