Those evil vets are very
EVIL, I tell you! And I have proof to show for it.
Do I look in awful shape or what?

I am usually very cooperative and stay still through all the nasty procedures they put me through. One procedure I'm forced to endure all the time is something called drawing my blood. I hate blood tests! I have always, always stayed really still and let them take my blood, but yesterday, I just had enough. I woke up on the wrong side of my bed and I was in no mood to be poked and prodded.
So I kept jerking and flailing everywhere each time the needle went in. Well, every time I did that, apparently the vein "exploded" and they had to find a new one. I got poked no less than EIGHT times...and now I am stuck looking hideous with the big ugly bruises.
Each side of my neck!

Auntie Jen thinks I look very pale, if that is possible for dogs. Of course - I've been drained of blood! :(

See?

Everywhere!
No more blood tests, Mom!
- Jemma