The vet was a nice place to be, considering all the good things the doctors would do to me. I was lifted up to the central table, like normal. Two people held me down as I thought how silly that was. I would never want to disrupt their careful procedure. I smiled and wagged my tail as I saw the person who took me away coming, needle in hand. I wasn’t sure what the needle was for, but I knew it would help me. The person holding the needle approached and said, “Administrating first dose.” Her cold tone surprised me, but I remained calm. There was no danger here. I felt the needle stab me and winced slightly, but I knew it was for my own good. I nudged the person with the empty syringe as a thanks, but she pushed me off. My tail stopped its happy wagging. I leaned into the doctors beside me for comfort, but they made no acknowledgement of me. I waited for the gentle pets and praise, but I only received harsh grips pulling me off the table, down the hall, and back into my cell. The door closed with a clang. I was worried when I didn’t receive gentle kindness from the doctors, but I was sure it was all okay. I decided to ignore the pain swelling where they had injected me in my leg.
Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1375141088/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1370408735/
