Winning and Losing

I was not winning today. That look on my face is one of relief. Pure relief. Relief that my yearly appointment to get my shots is over. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of a whiny baby when I'm at the vet. I refuse to not be in mom's arms, I whine and cling to her the whole time. Reminding her of one of my predecessors(can you guess which one?). I met an English Mastiff while waiting. Mom was trying to "show" me this mastiff like it was a baby chicken. In reality it was the size of a dino and my entire body was as big as it's paw. The mastiff was named Lily. Yep, mom was trying to get me on first name basis with this large dino-dog. Anyway, I made it through my appointment. My vet loves me! My vet said she was so excited to see my name on her patients list when she arrived to work today. I like my vet but after I got my shots she tried to give me a treat and I refused. That part of the appointment did not remind my mom of either of my predecessors. LOL! Since visiting the vet I'm a bit whiny still. I have no desire to eat. And all I want to do is lay somewhere comfortable, like mom's lap. Clearly I'm not the big winner of the day. Nope!

The winner of the day is Piper! After my vet appointment mom and I went to Petsmart to get Piper a different food. Piper just got food a few days ago but she went on a hunger strike and has refused to eat the new brand of food. Piper stops eating every time mom gets her "diet" food. She will eat "maintenance" food, but not "diet" food. Mom and Piper commonly have a stand-off concerning Piper's food. Mom's pretty tough but after about 3 to 4 days of Piper not eating her food, mom caved once again. Piper is winning the day!