The last time I took my little Chihuahua, Dobie, to the vet downtown, they muzzled him to keep him from snapping. This weekend I took him to a different vet, out in the country, and despite their giving him two shots, putting a tourniquet on his front leg, and digging around a bit to draw blood, they didn’t need a muzzle. That’s how good they were at connecting with the little guy and making him feel safe. I pretty much hate our old vet.
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