Marley: Well, we were all feelin a bit stressed and subdued yesserday after we got back home, so we just napped all evenin. But I can relate evrythin that went on now.
First, we all got put in the PTUs. Ayla dint put up anny fight. Well, shes been through this a lot more often. Apparently, it is impossible ta avoid. Iza struggled some, but ended up inside hers quickly. I fought. Real hard! When I finally did get forced in, I turned around so fast I got my head out before TBT could close the door.
So he hadda push my head back inside, but I got my front paws out. He got those back inside, but I got my head out again. He finally got my head in again, but I did somethin clever. I grabbed his hand with my front paws - claws OUT! Heh-Heh, he couldnt pull his hand out fast ta close the door on me... But then he stuck a pen in through the door, and when I let go ta grab THAT, he got his hand out an the door latched.
I pushed an pulled on that door evry whichway, but I couldnt get it loose. Well, can ya blame me fer tryin? After two 2-hour car trips on Thanksgivin, an bein dragged ta the vet just 2 weeks ago, I was right tired of that PTU! I only hadda go to get 1 shot which fer some reason I could get last time.
So here we all are in the PTUs lined up on the bed...