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Honey, my little satan-dog, had a vet visit today to get a couple vaccinations taken care of, and to deal with a pair of ingrown dewclaws. A home-visit from a lady my mom found who does house calls. Of course, in doing the visit at home, the first twenty minutes or so consisted of my (very awesome and helpful) sister and I chasing Honey around to get the muzzle on her, and then holding her still long enough for the vet to do what she had to. The result was traumatic for the little beast, who finally had to be sedated with a squirt of something into her mouth, of which she is still shaking off the effects, poor thing. She's a very little dog, but I'm not in the best shape (or even mediocre shape) and even sedated she put up a monster of a fight. The vet showed up around 2, was gone by about 3, and I wound up crashing for a nap until around 8 feeling like I'd collided with a train.
