I knew something was up the moment I woke up at 5 am, my usual time. Mommy hates waking up so early. Mommy actually didn't struggle to wake up like she usually does, so that meant something. Was I going somewhere??

Mommy scooped me up and put me in her "Manhatten Mutts" dog carrier and said, "It's time to see the vet". Aw shucks, I hate that place.

My vet visit was a success and Dr. Fuerth adored my sweet lil' face...so did the technicians...they took turns holding me, which made me less scared. I weighed in at 3.2 pounds at 8 weeks old and all my limbs are great. Phew, does that mean no more vet visits for the year?? Whoops, spoke too soon, mommy scheduled me for my 2nd set of shots and then rabies shots in a few months. Awwww.