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.

Love,

Otto Fizz