Harder for Chris than for Harley.
Every dog was out lickity split, so we didn’t worry. We sat him on the table, then… PANIC. Thrashing, the whole bit. You would have thought our baby was having surgery and not our puppy having a rabies shot.
He needs a haircut so bad that we couldn’t see his eyes to comfort him! Poor guy. They couldn’t find a vein and had to try his hind legs. Chubbier and more plump for greatness. Took so long. Many cries. Chris was pacing and sweating.

Two champs. Made it through the rain.
These are two of our new friends.



Petco, thanks for the best three hours of our lives.

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