The Vet

We took "furry brother" to the vet yesterday for his geriatric check-up. Poor guy, he's now being called geriatric. I also brought my sidekick to help me out, mostly because I had to, not so much for the help factor.

She did turn out to be very helpful in the information sharing department, however:

Coopy is not very nice. He likes to try to bite kids, and dogs, and kitties, and squirrels, and sometimes me when I have a snack. He also toots sometimes. Sometimes a lot of times.

Out of the mouths of babes...