I went to my doctor today to have my toe nails trimmed. It didn't hurt but I shivered my back legs a bit just to show them I wasn't a pushover. One of my toes sticks right out at the side but it doesn't matter. I can still design cardboard boxes.
There was a huge rabbit there at the same time as me. Pity I forgot to take my camera. She just fitted in her carrier. Her head touched one end and her scut the other. It was difficult to believe she was all rabbit. Some of her could have been deer. Her family said she lives in the garden mainly and comes to her bed at the same time every night even when she hasn't been called. What a show off.
My doctor said I was very fit and and after squidging my middle put me back in my basket. He said dwarf bunnies can live longer than the larger breeds. So there. He looked a bit tired I thought. He'd had a very busy day operating on cats and rabbits which are his speciality. I'm glad I picked a specialist.
I huffed when I got home but nobody took any notice. Sometimes I wish I could talk properly to let them know I don't like going to the vet. If I get enough practice I might be able to do that so I'm going to start with a bit of stage work, just going backwards and forwards through the curtain, then I'll go on to a bit of Shakespeare.
