Spray Cheese on the Wall
I kid you not.
Today I had to go to the vet for a follow-up round of shots in my butt. I didn’t mind ’em so much the first time around because I didn’t know what was coming, but this time I had a funny feeling and simply refused to enter the vet’s office. That will show them. No matter what mama did, I twisted and turned and tried to back out of my harness (unsuccessfully, those things are challenging) but I wouldn’t budge. So how did they trick me into going inside?
THE MAGIC OF SPRAY CHEESE
That’s right, the vet technician came out and drew a nice line of spray cheese on the wall. Well, who can resist spray cheese? Not this connoisseur. And then she did it again, a little further inside, and by the time I knew it I was licking spray cheese off of the wall of the exam room. And three lovely ladies were corralling me into a corner so I could get more shots in my butt.
Well, at least I got about a half of a can of spray cheese out of the deal.