Last week Woody and Charley were due for their annual examinations and shots. The thought of taking both dogs and Owen to the vet after a long day of work was quite daunting. Luckily, Owen decided to be a helper and "walk" Woody while we were in the room waiting for the vet to come back.
Owen: Hmmmm. What can I do with this thing?
Woody: Help!!
No lie. As Owen was screaming in the room, I heard someone outside of the door say, "Wow. We've got either a squeaky bird or guinea pig in that room." In walked the vet. "Or just a crazy little boy." It was pretty hilarious!
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