I had to go to the VET a week before last or thereabouts for some routine stuff. Look at my pouty face
Even though I was allowed to roam free during our 114,000,000-mile ride to see the grands a few months ago, I was forced to ride in captivity for this short, stupid trip. I was a bit unsettled, but once dad opened the hatch on my porta prison, I was okay with it.
Oh, and dad also got another year closer to 100 during the week, so I made him some special "sand🤣" art to commemorate the occasion.