Today, Daddy tricked me into going to the vet. He first said that we were going for a ride to pick up Mama from school, but he failed to mention that we were going to the vet straight after. While we were in the waiting area, I met a Bichon Frise...he was scared and shaking. I also saw many other dogs that were waiting for their turn. The diet thing has leveled off. The weigh in came in at 21 lbs. I was weighed on this ancient looking scale. The result wasn't too bad, the Dr. said I weighed 22 lbs last year at this time, so Mama was happy. I had to stand on the cold stainless table and get my temperature taken. The violation is embarassing, so I jumped off the table. I was then picked back up and put on the cold table. I then sat and listened attentively as the Vet Tech told Daddy what I needed. It was then determined that I needed my round of booster shots and a set of dewormer preventative that will taste like bananas. I took my shot like a grand champion because my Daddy distracted me with a yummy cookie treat while the Doc gave me the shot. Daddy then gave me a big kiss for being such a well behaved good girl! Lucky for me, I don't have to do this again for another whole year!