A week or so ago, Logan and I went to visit our vet in Skultorp. Nothing serious, just a quick check of his urine, and to get “a veterinary certificate confirming that both testicles are normal and are descended into the scrotal sac,” as per FIFe’s Breeding & Registration Rules
Logan is an excellent traveller. We have a Hatch carrier from a Kickstarter we backed, and it’s been really great.
Of course I went from living in the same building as my vet to a 36-minute (with one transfer) long bus ride to the furthest reaches of Skövde. That being said, it’s a pretty easy bus ride, and the stops are close to both our apartment and the vet’s office.
When we got there, I let him out to explore the waiting room…and he stalked around like a person who just got bumped off his business flight to Milwaukee.
Apparently, Logan does not like to wait.
And he had to wait.
“What is taking them so long!?”
Finally, we were taken back to an exam room.
“Okay…let’s get this over with.”
“Wait…you wanna look at my WHAT, now?
Okay that was…not fun. Can we go home now?
To make it up to him, I let him walk a little outside on the way home. He doesn’t enjoy outside in the snow as much as Alfred does…
…but it did cheer him up!
Look at the happy tail!
But he was even happier when we finally went inside and I unlocked our door.